my feelings are dementia
my thoughts drift through the morgue
if there's nothing i can become
then i'll just blame the lord
blood is running from my wrists
and my head's about to fall to the floor
don't you understand the concept of demise?!!
because there's really nothing much more
everything around is dying
and no one is around to see it
i guess you were too fucking lame
to realize that kind of shit
blackness is my life
though I'm so far from the living
hate has buried all my love
and of course I've stopped giving
walking the final plank
so i can fall to the Hells beneath you
would somebody give me my salvation
so that i can actually become true?
i only asked to be loved
or maybe have a best friend
but the wish i made on my last birthday
will never replace my life's end
Author notes
Written January 13th, 2006
A contest entry
- Bury Me In Black #2 (dark poetry) by EvenStarsBreak--x.
450 points, ended April 2, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"blood is running from my wrists
and my head's about to fall to the floor
don't you understand the concept of demise?!!
because there's really nothing much more"
Was my favorite part... good job and thanks for entering my contest.
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