Death would be a sweet release
Then I could Rest In Peace
Not wanting to breathe, not wanting to eat
Not wanting to hear my persistent heart beat
Living is torture for hell is my home
Because of my sins, here I'm forced to roam
Bleeding is ecstasy, pain is a rush
Seeing my life leave in a gush
Is one of my fantasies but I'm to weak
To fulfill the end I seek
I have no cares, nor hopes, or dreams
The silence is filled with wordless screams
Hate and rage blind me now
I smash the mirror and take a bow
To this life that I hate
I no longer have to wait
To ride myself of this shell
And now I go back to hell
To live my death the way I choose
I no longer have to lose
Now I no longer have to fear
Because I'm the one who causes pain here
A contest entry
- Anything you desire (1050 points in total) by Blood-Wolf.
1050 points, ended April 19, 2007, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the rhymes! and besides, who said hell was a bad place, to me it isnt. It sounds like your at the bottm of the bit, sad and lost, but standing up for what you want to do,instead of what you should or have to do.
Creative! i liked it
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very very very good rhyming. only thing is, you could space it out more, you know, more form. but otherwise this had very very good metaphors, word choice. deep, connected. i love it. Love it all
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