Comments, whatever: ALL RIGHT! MY GRIP ON FREAKING POETRY IS FREAKING BACK! There really is a God!I think! Anyway, YEAH! ...This is just a little poem I wrote a few minutes ago because I felt like being morbid for some reason lol, it's told in the point of view of a slave from another era of time, a time when freedom wasn't easy to come by. So have fun with this little thing and review it if you like it or hate it, for that matter. I need to know if I'm on the right track to taking back my poet's pen.

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Screaming, you're screaming at me now,
And I don't really listen but turn my back where you can't see my face,
And the pitiful scars and the tragic marks from life,
And you can't see the pain and the circles under my colourless eyes,
And now I'm running, running, running to my decay,
And I think you're the more dead one here, but I don't really care

So I run and I hide from your insanity, screaming to myself,
And my skin is rotting off the bones from the trail of life I've taken,
And its putrid stench fills my thin nostrils, but what can I do?
And there's nothing in the world I'd like more than to live another day,
And I'm dying, and I'm dying, and I'm rotting, and my bones crack,
And the fire you're burning under me is diminshing

Please, Heaven, greet me now, or what's out there, just take me,
And lead me to my fate, my own body burning to the core,
And my wrists are breaking, cracking, and my stomach is caving in,
And my legs can't run, but I have to get away from my smell,
And I have to get away from your screams, your commands,
And I don't want to live under your order anymore

Your word was my law,
And I can't take it anymore,
And the internal bleeding now takes over,
And my mind is breaking under your strict intention,
And even though I used to have pride you broke it, you killed it,
And now you're going to kill me

My back covered in lashes is punishment for my crimes,
And you like it, you like it, you want to leave me this way,
And I'm a slave and you're my master, and this is the way it is,
And so I have to run, I have to leave you now,
And my bones are leaving me now, and my lungs start to collapse,
And my organs die.

So now we're going to leave this world,
And I'll always hate you, I'll always love you, I'll always want to hurt you,
And the odor of fresh death fills the air with my rotted skin and broken bones
And my stomach caves in a final time and you've starved me to death,
And now my master and I the slave will die...
Together.