Author: LadySilvermist PM
a poem. Nny visits a bar and sees a beautiful girl singing on stage. he hates her.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Johnny C. - Words: 224 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 4 - Published: 09-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8539223
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She, By Johnny C
She stood on that stage like a martyr
Insults hurdled from the filthy masses
As she sang like a dark angel.
A voice so high and sweet
She sang of death and of pain
Of sorrow and of hatred
And she sang of madness.
And I was angry.
Her face was flawless
She knew nothing of anguish.
I cornered her after the show
And told her so.
Told her she knew nothing of suffering.
And she turned those great dark eyes upon me
She searched my eyes
And I grew uncomfortable.
And she said to me
"I know as much about anguish
As you know about madness."
I wanted to claw at her
Mar that face that spoke such lies
"Beauty does not know of pain!" I screamed
She reached into her pocket
And drew forth a straight razor.
It glimmered in the moonlight.
You could see the sharpness.
She handed it to me.
"You say I know nothing of pain.
Then teach me. Teach me what it is to hurt."
I stared in shock
She wanted pain?
"Teach me, madman. Teach me what pain is."
So I taught her.
I almost hate how cruel I was.
I taught her pain
By letting her continue to live
In a world of idiots and assholes
And madmen like me.