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Date Added: August 06, 2007 13:08:25 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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XxXNighTmareXxX
Hair over her eye, black lipstick rubbing off onto a silver lip ring, heavy black eye liner, and purple shadow over her top half of her face.
Red scars on her wrists, still throbbing, still begging to be split wide open.

She stands among the crowd, listening to their laughter.

Taking in their mocking words, tasting the bitter taste of hate.

She lets them, she knows if she goes out in public like this, torn fishnets, high boots, short stained skirt,
arm warmers, the works, tie in the wind,
That they would stare and laugh.
And they do.

She stands with the crowd to let them mock her, so that she has a fuel for this beast inside her, this angry entity that wants to consume this life.

It feeds into her deep desire to kill, to become the greatest friend, and coworker death has ever had.

She secretly loves the mocking. She loves that inner pain that it tears into her. She loves that pain, so full of resentment and agony. She loves it.

She longs to be held, by someone who wants to hurt her, because he knows she loves it.

She lives in a world of people who judge, as she herself judges them, not for their appearance, but for their worth in this world. Who among her is worthy of the life they are granted?

Who among us is the victim? Are we not the predator that bites harder with every bite acquired?
Is it not so that every time we are cut, we cut someone else deeper?

It feeds her, into a craze, a spiraling need for blood.

Her name is softly spoken on the lips,
easily written on the grave mark,
easily thought of over years.

Her name is revenge, and believe it or not, she is part of all of us.

She speaks through me.

You all will pay.
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