she found a way to get rid of all the pain
by slicing her flesh to bleed it all away

to bad she cut the wrong vein
and bled to death in a tub full of red rain

one last breath of life she took
before the devil snatched her soul from her lips

and then came bursting in was her friend
with the note she held in the palm of her hand

and in that note was the words she said

'to all who stripped me of my innocence
beware for i will kill your spirits

i now walk down the path of death into the gates of hell
i dwell with darkness for it is my shell

revenge so sweet like a fruit from a tree
but yet so rotten like a dead body decomposing

curse your heart, mind, body, and soul
for you will pay for the lives you stole

6 of you will die in vain of sufferin causes that you cant explain
be prepared and say your prayers cause that is the only thing that may save you

6 days later

sunday she was found with a telephone cord tied around her neck hanging from her bedroom window

monday he was found in the basement with his eyes ripped out of his head next to his organs with maggots feasting on every blood vessel

tuesday he was found lying on the kitchen floor with with his lungs hanging out of his chest

wednesday she was found in the bathroom laying next to the bottle of asprin pills which are now missing

thursday she was found in the alley with her brains splattered against the the dumpster while holding the gun between her fingers

friday the body was never found.........i have a special treat for him as i fed him to the flesh eating demons that craved his soul

welcome to my world

by elena winters

Comments (4)

Shakespeare you are good. This is poetry, simply amazing
This is a sonnet that is considered by many to be the key to understanding Shakespeare's attitude to love. It plays out the old battle between spiritual and physical love, a subject which had been the jousting field of argument for centuries. The poet seems to ally himself with the traditionalists who believed that the nature of woman was such as to corrupt pure love. In Platonic terms she was the material dross of which bodies were made, but the spiritual ideal love was independent of her, and true love could really only subsist between males. In terms of Christian theology, woman was the devil and was responsible for the fall since she had tempted man to eat forbidden fruit. Any form of congress with a woman was corrupting, and the ideal life would always be one of chastity and abstention from sex. The doctrine was alleviated slightly by devotion to Mary, the Mother of God, but despite giving birth she was a virgin and worshipped as the Blessed Virgin Mary. A mitigation to this view was the reality of life itself, which always returned to insist that the majority of men would continue to desire women.
The poet here follows the traditional line that woman is the female evil, her sexuality being a threat not only to the poet who loves her, but also to the pure spirit of love of which his friend is the icon. The battle is between heaven and hell, between the spirit and the body, and the body seems to triumph over the spirit just as it does in Sonnet 129, and less agonisingly in 151. The net result is that the poet is flung into a rage of jealousy and, like Othello, his imagination runs riot as he thinks of what the lovers must have done together: Lie with her? Lie on her? - We say lie on her when they belie her. - Zounds, that's fulsome. - Handkerchief - confessions - handkerchief! - To confess and be hanged for his labour - first to be hanged, and then confess! I tremble at it. Oth.IV.1.36-41. This is the fevered imagination which guesses one angel in another's hell and broods with frenzied misogyny on his sense of betrayal. But one presumes it had a less tragic outcome than the Othello story. There is always some doubt about the autobiographical nature of these sonnets, although the majority of readers will inevitably take them to be personal accounts of suffering or elation.
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