Scars,
in my mind
and on my soul.
Fears,
in my heart
I can't control.
Pain,
it still burns
I still feel.
Life,
so much hurt
it can't be real.

Victimizer,
who will be the next offender?
Victimizer,
who's back will be against the wall?
Vitimizer,
who will be the next contender?
Victimizer,
who will be next to take the fall?

Hate,
burns so hot
it can't be stopped.
Anger,
strong from
which it's wrought.
Alone,
no one to shout
no one to choose.
Empty,
only choice left
is to lose.

Victimizer,
true evil is always blind.
Victimizer,
burning depths in which you fell.
Victimizer,
pick more bones for you to grind.
Victimizer,
one way ticket down to hell.

07/18/2002

Author's Note: Another Poem Of The Day? From me? Say it ain't so, Joe, say it ain't so! lol, I was shocked to see this on the POTD when I hit it, I almost thought I was dreaming. This poem?!? I never thought it was that great... too much Disturbed and Flaw will produced Rubber Room Writers... but this is still a point of intrest, I think.

Posted on 07/18/2002
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