Stockholm Syndrome

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Stockholm Syndrome

Postby Saturn » Mon Jan 22, 2007 12:01 am

Stockholm Syndrome

Now you tell me,
Now you hurt me,
Now you cut me,
Now you kill me.

Hilt deep, and then some,
The dagger's cruel blade
Pierces right to the quick.
I saw it coming, I knew
You'd butcher me one day.

But dumb as any cattle
I stood by, gazing intent,
Happy in my indolence
While you smiled serene
With a knife behind you.

And so you strung me
Lines of pleasantry;
Hearts left in your wake,
Waiting for the moment
To strike me unawares.

I resisted you at first,
Didn't let you inside,
Before you crept up
And kidnapped me,
Stole my heart away.

Sheepish in devotion,
I followed your heels,
Looking for scraps
Of affection and love,
Thinking you'd share.

Now I know the truth,
My captor, executioner.
You'd sooner let me die
Than open your heart
Or give to me your love.

Even as you strike,
Even as I bleed,
Even as I die,
Ever will I love.
_________

:cry: :cry: :cry:
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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:)

Postby edwardkeenaghan » Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:11 am

Such a striking poem,Stephen

Is everything ok with you my good man?
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:)

Postby edwardkeenaghan » Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:21 am

SUch an amazing poem,i mean it,where did you get the title of ?

:D :D

Bravo,pat on the back :wink:
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Postby dks » Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:03 am

:cry: So raw and sad--this is a fresh wound...I have been here, Saturn, and I know this horrible, aching place so well, that I can see and feel it coming with my eyes closed.
Very well and beautifully stated:

Sheepish in devotion,
I followed your heels,
Looking for scraps
Of affection and love,
Thinking you'd share.

Now I know the truth,
My captor, executioner.
You'd sooner let me die
Than open your heart
Or give to me your love.

Even as you strike,
Even as I bleed,
Even as I die,
Ever will I love.
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the Truth of Imagination."
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Re: :)

Postby Saturn » Mon Jan 22, 2007 10:09 am

edwardkeenaghan wrote:SUch an amazing poem,i mean it,where did you get the title of ?



The title is the name of a syndrome where a kidnap victim becomes infatuated with their captor and, in some cases aids in their crimes.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm_syndrome
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