Chipped away,
Ripped apart
Torn off,
From my heart
Just a void now fills the space,
Eternal sorrow binding me to this place.
Pleasure being sucked away
By a black hole in my chest,
All I want is to peacefully exist
I feel it in my head,
Everything inside feels dead.
Ice picks stuck in my mind,
Enjoyment now seems so divine
Unable to confine it in my flawed design
When everything appears lost
(nothing is positive,
not even a thought)
You go head first into an abyss,
It takes away all your bliss
Till you feel you don't exist.
- Casey Greene
Author notes
and when you don't exist you can't kill yourself
Death is only the beginning
Written November 14th, 2005
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I understand the sentiments behind this piece. Sometimes, I feel as though I don't exist; as if I'm just a hollowed shell of a body without a soul. Life, especially its brutal side, can be unforgiving and also dull one's hopes to the point of them wishing they were dead. I'd thought I had long since gotten over those feelings, but they return sometimes, and more often than not, they were triggered by something in that person's environment.
I like the subtle and near flawless rhyming in this piece...fantastic rhythm added to this piece. Well done! I wish you the best of luck in this contest and thank you for your entry.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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