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Ysdat
Whys That?
 
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Billy Baghdad vs Poetic Artist

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Topic as chosen by nieja- Devils on her mind


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Ysdat
 
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*editors notes: Please when reading this take note of the rhyme scheme used in the first 2 diary entrys. Aswell as the signifigance to the titles. In Who am I , she starts to loose sanity and go on about things that dont make much sense, take note when you vote.

-Poetic Artist-




Devils on her mind




Dear Diary
Opening Thoughts
You commaned and I listened, Placed my soul in your hands
I was stranded and missing, I tasted your goal and you ran
slit wrist's and drunk my own blood, why didnt you not drink aswell?
Im a misfit appreciatting your love, but I think your from hell
your eyes they show pictures of hate, fire and despair
the lies?I wish you would wait, not choke me with this wire of fear
bleed the pain of god, each time you touch my heart
You seem the same but odd, a priest mind is sold from start
fate is rare and stalking, but you seem to of froze his look
wait!! I can hear you walking, I better close this book.


Dear Diary
Who am I?
Residing here in this empty room, my pen and diary
im hyding near mums freindly womb,reality seems so firey
wish you could reply, instead I speak to my thoughts
you kiss me from the sky, Im dead and this lifes distraught
prospecting your goals, forced me to be your prodige'e
im not testing souls, applaused me but please just go away
Times in slow motion, and the bullets heading straight for my brain
my minds had your potion, death will come if i wait and remain


Dear Diary
Lifes prevail
vivid dream of tomorrow,but thats proberly just the end of time
Knees putting holes in the floor as I pray to god's mind
he's obviously cut his ears off cause he refused to hear me speak
I tried to slice my wrist, but devils even made the knife to weak
tormenting chants fill the air while an ery silence fills my mind
tryna visualize my future yet regret whats been left behind
small glimps thru a window allows the sight of smoldering rain
I strongly carry myself on my back to shoulder the pain
with the shakiest steps I move thru the halls arradiatted voice
Malfunctioning words,separating thoughts,my mind has eliminated choice
Information pending, I search for the property of the devil
eyes burn with agony, I just want answers to reveal
as I flip the wallet, it all comes signifigantly true
I read my name on his ID, do you know the feeling when the devil is you?
 
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~Babylon~
 
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“Josie, the burden ”
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Closed eyes, dark image, shady reflection in mist
Indiscretions from imperfect regrets in the mix
Dangerous demons lead to deranged distinctions
And dominate the duty derived from childcare to discretion
A baby raised by a postpartum stuck in a daze
A vague memory of many men lost in a haze
She welcomed them into her bed with out a word to be said
Slurs of curses in anger emerge in her head
The day of the test brought pain and unrest
This test, not for school or sport but for a pregnancy check
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Now a child lost and lonely, receives the love of a phony
Someone who hates this life, and her own daughter named Josie
A slaughter, a murder, these are the thoughts that she ponders
And wonders, the idea, it just dawned her
Could I do it, abuse this little bundle of joy
Should I choke her, break her neck, make her swallow a toy
Or toss her on a slate and puraid her little ass with a blade
Spray mace in her face until she can’t breathe and she fades
I shouldn’t do it! I wont! but I could! cause I can!
Homicidal arguments with herself in a trance
Screams from the kid, having dreams in the crib
Mother drinking and she seams to just flip
Grabs the bottle and breaks it, this crazy lady cant take it
.......No! she didn’t kill josie.......
She put the glass on her own skin and she scraped it
Bleeding and sufferin’… and her blood its just gushin’
Disgustin’ but shes lovin the feeling of nothin’
A numbness she’s trustin’ cause it keeps the demons from fussin’
Now its calm, quiet, the sound collectively drawn
And she looks down in awe as she sees she used her own arm as a pawn
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Now she talks to doctors on visits and takes pills cause they fix it
Has a nurse as a witness, cause of those social services bitches
This problem she’s had since the day josie was born
Has scorned her life as its torn, ripped, and shredded from form
She’s adjusted to this troublesome, spiritual justice
This damnation it’s crushing and she’s trapped in its clutches
So the days as they drain and the nights as it rains
So does her pain, the pills cant fix that, they just keep her sustained
Now she’s out, and Calls her doctor so she could page him for help
Mentally she needed them, so she could maintain in her health
.......Later that night.......
Takes one last look at her baby and she hangs her self
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.....Damn.....
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