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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by shawnsmith[/i] [br]A Thousand Little Daggers Shawn Smith - Feb 9, 2007 A thousand little daggers they pierce my body inflicting me with pain inflicting me with mental anguish Although I am no one's savior I have been crucified over and over again yet refuse to give up the ghost No mark will be found no microscope will discover its origin no philosopher will unravel its meaning no physician will deliver a cure Why hast thou forsaken me oh my sanity? what madness is this that torments me night and day? I toss to and fro upon my bed of affliction maddening nightmares torment my soul I am overtaken with exhaustion I see the world only through a prism of pain It is not my body that bleeds nor is it pierced through with many wounds but the soul within me cries out with unspeakable rage Somewhere in the dark of night a little child weeps for fear of the dark yet no one answers the agonizing pleading for deliverance The breast is now dried up the womb remains barren the bones are old and brittle the voice, once strong, now shakes with feebleness Yet the child longs for its suckle the warmth and security of its former abode the assurance that all is well and that he will be taken care of I cry to you my God my savior for I am unable to deliver myself A thousand little daggers a thousand nights a thousand candles all snuffed out a thousand tears are wiped away Into the lake, poor Icarus, you plunge into your watery grave the ploughman may have heard the splash but the ship of life obliviously sailed calmly on [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature.