Growing Cold (standard:poetry, 340 words)
Author: MAC	Added: Oct 23 2000	Views/Reads: 3340/6	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A declaration of freedom to the leader of abuse and hatred.

food's on the table its growing cold you've left it so long 

hurry up and eat soon you're starving consume to be fed stay alive
substence 

I thought I knew you what did I really know 

you soon as hit me as you look at me 

thought you loved me perhaps you love nothing at all 

once I knew a friend but you destroyed that 

the only thing I used to have were friends & God 

I thought I needed a lover so I got you 

but all you do is make me grow cold 

now I don't even think I belong in the fold 

why are you doing this to me what have I done to deserve this 

you aren't what you said you were you're totally different 

you hate me and I hate you and you're going to kill me 

I need some freedom before I grow cold in the grave 

leave me alone don't ever come back here 

you are not a person to associate with, if person indeed you are 

I'll get my life back in order and you'll die away 

you can have no control over me I'm not yours to handle 

the food on the table I've left to long 

why have I fallen away from that which sustains me 

you try to poison me with your filth and your lies 

you're going to regret having ever touched me 

growing strong and hot and life is pouring in me 

you are getting smaller and smaller and ever less powerful 

bathe and clean and now I'm am who I am and where I'm supposed to be 

we all have our identity and you aren't in mine at all 

so leave now for you shall fall head long into defeat 

I shall not be in prison I shall be released by the power of redemption
and blood 

you seem to think if fear you no not at all 

retreat now I thought you were my lover you are my hater 

I'm going to leave you forever


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