Sunday, September 23, 2007

Your Voice, John to Abigail

Your voice sounds like the nonstop ranting of a never satisfied woman.
The hellish screams of a person being murdered slowly.
It's like the painful screams a woman's cries during childbirth,
And I am the woman just wanting the pain to end but have no choice in the matter.
Your voice feels like someone attached thousands of hooks onto my brain,
and they just keep pulling down on these hooks digging them deeper and deeper.
It feels like being strapped to a chair not being able to move or speak
While you banter on with your stories of lies painfully eat away at my flesh.
Your voice leaves me feeling defeated with irritation and distress.
Your voice tastes like month old spoiled milk.
Just the slightest drop on the toungue makes me gag and shutter.
Even the hungriest bum on the street would not drink your words.
Your voice looks like the most hideious beast the mind could fathom.
Just one look leaves the eyes seared and scared.
Even the bacterica growing on puss cannot bare to be in your presense.
You smell like a pit of rotting human bodies.
Your rancidness is unbarable and wafts through to air
Suffocating anyone in a mile wide radius.
You linger around wanting the be accepted but I will never love you!

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