Just an odd, sick little poem about when a liking for someone can turn into full-blown hatred. Charming, no? ;-) This is dedicated to all those who I thought I could trust, but then stabbed me in the back. Be warned, this is quite violent, so if you dislike that sort of thing, leave now. Hit your backspace key immediately and spare yourselves. You have been warned.


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BARBED WIRE by AimzNemesis
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When I first met you
I had this bad feeling about you.
It wasn't your opinionated nature
But your arrogant, loudmouthed tendancies
That really got me down.

Everyone else liked you
They thought that you were wonderful.
You were treated like a fucking goddess
By all those who surrounded you.
But I thought I knew better.

As it turns out, I was right.

How are you now, dear?
Do you remember me?
Are you still repulsed by me?
'Cause I'm just fine, you know.
I still remember you.
I'm still repulsed by you.

See this knife?
I imagine it in your forehead
Carving my name in your flesh
And I just won't give a damn.

After a while, we seemed to get on fine
As if we'd known each other for years.
All those bad vibes faded away - this went on for a while.
Nothing occurred to suggest
Your true, unpleasant nature.

But now I know the truth
You used me, you abused me
Without me ever knowing.
Too bad, bitch, you can't hide from me
I don't forget, and I certainly don't forgive.

How are you feeling now, dear?
Are you still avoiding me?
Are you worried I'll find you?
'Cause I'm absolutely fine, now
I'm not avoiding you.
I sure as hell will find you.

You hide behind a veil of lies
Of deceit, fake smiles and betrayal.
To think that I once adored you
Now I see you for what you really are -
A manipulative,
Cowardly,
Two-faced,
Back-stabbing
Bitch.

See this barbed wire?
I can see it around your throat
Digging deeper into your veins
Spilling scarlet fluids.

You make me sick
You disgust me like no other.
How could anybody care for you?
Why are they all so blind?

I want to see your blood
On my knife
On my barbed wire
And I want to see it now.

What's the matter?
Why are you running from me?
Scared?

You should be.

Remember me.
Because I will not forget you.


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So? What do you think? If this has offended anyone, I apologise. I know that this is a tad violent and a little gruesome. Don't worry, I'd never really kill someone - I might like to at times, but I'd never actually do it. I know that killing is wrong, no matter how much you hate the person. This is just what I feel about all those people who have pretended to like me and then stabbed me in the back like I was nothing. This wasn't originally intended to be quite so violent, I admit. But as I began to write, I got angrier and angrier and I just couldn't help myself. *Grins sheepishly* Sorry, everyone.

I will accept good reviews and/or constructive critism, but I will NOT accept flames.


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