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If I could justify my means
I’d resolve my actions into answers
Equivalent exchange, was my heart to yours
Lies that plague my mind spew from corroded lips
Time is but an echo of the blood in my head
Where memory and fantasy collide
Delusions of grandeur?
In a place where I couldn’t see my reflection
My soul sucked in my heart
Cruel black corruptor
To purge this vanity I’d forsake all
For one cause that which may not be justified
And to what justice would it bring about
At a point where I couldn’t find what I needed
It was what you couldn’t give that I sought
Longing for my paper doll
White skinned and frail
Break me, take me, and make me whole again
I want you to kill me
I can see it clear as day
We embrace arms around each other locked in passion
With your hand holding the gun to my head
And my hand holding one to yours
Deciding who would pull the trigger first
I lied to you
Many times
I’m holding my breath and counting backwards
From infinity to one and back again
Submerged by my taint
I’m waiting to drown
I want the thrill that once immersed my heart
We are unanimous
It’s a motion to bleed
Would you rape me now?

- Title: The Motion
- Artist: Mainks
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Description:
Written November 19th, 2005
This plays out a factious yet true scenario of two young loves amidst opposing problems, with the answer the same as the question. - Date: 07/18/2008
- Tags: relationships
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Ambien Dreams - 07/18/2008
- I love how deep you go into your writing. and yet, how it sends chills down my spine and makes me sad. <3 good job hon.
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- Aerynna - 07/18/2008
- Effing awesome. Gabby was right - you are one kickass poet. I love how you stylized the fonts for certain lines - that shows true discernment between the important details and the general imagery of the poem. I've made this a favorite and given you a 5/5. Nice work!
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- E d i b l e F l o w e r - 07/18/2008
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I dont quite know what to say-
But Im grinning from ear to ear.
I love the stylized touch of the font sizes and whatnot. The arrangement of words itself is wonderfully poetic and carries a tone of... I would say bitter beauty. I loved the lines-
"Longing for my paper doll
White skinned and frail"
Fav'd and five star'd <3 - Report As Spam