DaManiac Posted April 21, 2004 Share Posted April 21, 2004 this is a little... hmm... violent i guess so here i am, my head in a vice, i cannot breathe i'm strangling with myself strangling with myself. You dog, your bastard, you... that put me in this vice. How do you live with yourself? i can't lie with you, not a minute, not a second, i cannot stand your face, your voice, your mockingful laugh... yes your stupid immature laugh. but i must tell you, tell you now before i kill you, tell you before i take the pleasure of splattering your blood, and breaking your bones. i must say, i am happy, happy because at least i'm honest to you, at least i can smile at you, at least i can laugh at your betrayal. Don't worry for my anger will turn to happiness... soon and your blood shall drench my hands and i shall be the keeper of your heart. yes... then i can smile. Link to comment
neva_black_n_white Posted April 21, 2004 Share Posted April 21, 2004 to me it seems like it can be both literal and metaphorical, like this person could truly have a hold over you, or evn you having a hold over yourself. so the literal would be to feel true hatred for someone and then the metaphorical would be this person who has a hold of you from the inside, like the poem is talking about self harm and the relief thats gained, still thats what i saw. kel Link to comment
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