Painting a picture in my own blood
Tears washing away my innocence
Erasing my memories of a past that never existed.
Sculpting a masterpiece from my bones
Painful reminders etched in my flesh
Memories of a truth that became a lie.
The colour disappears from my face
As life slowly drains from my body
A bright light shines from somewhere overhead.
I know I don't belong there
But I let my head fall to the side
The light fades, and I know that I am no more.
He beckons from the fiery abyss
And I am enticed by the flames below
I am now bound by the angel on Hell to accept my fate.
He is Death and he is Suicide
Therefore I am his, the Devil's child
He takes my hand and guides me to his burning paradise.
I embrace my ultimate end
And, as I turn to the smoldering flames
I sense their warmth, their familiarity.
This world of passion and unending night
And my angel in Hell, my ghostly guide
I welcome all with open arms...
I am home.
Author notes
*This poem is very dark, almost surrealist. It is inspired by a combination of my grade 12 Philosophy class and The Phantom of the Opera.
Written April 7th, 2005
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Wow a wonderful poem, such a haunting air to it. The vocab you have used created some awesome imagery. A superbly penned piece
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Your right, very dark indeed, and I give you kudos for it not being a pre-write. This is full of emotion. I am ashamed to say that I am a cutter, and in these two stanzas you captured almost every emotion I feel when I cut:
Painting a picture in my own blood
Tears washing away my innocence
Erasing my memories of a past that never existed.
Sculpting a masterpiece from my bones
Painful reminders etched in my flesh
Memories of a truth that became a lie.
I've been trying to quit for months, but it's such a relief to have all the bad in me bleed out. Anyway, enough about me...
This poem was excellent. I dont usually applaud contest poems, but this one deserves it. Excellent job my friend. Best of wises, and good luck!
Saddened Amber Eyes
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