Placid scenes have gripped these veins
sending shadows through my spine.
Ghastly horror left behind and
there he stands entombed by filth.
Blackness coats his every fiber
visiting my deep despair.
Nightmares haunt and rape my sleep
and there he stands; he's beckoning.
Breaking glass of dark abyss with
wings of frail deformity.
Gnarled fingers grip a sickle--
gleaming eyes now comfort me.
Slicing words are echoing through-
out my battered, twisted mind.
Hands molest my innocense and
now i play this demons game.
The rules are simple: Only One
angels guide my breathing rasps.
Death is here before my eyes
and holds his hand for me to take.
Blood is frozen by his touch,
my skin is marked by crimson cuts.
Deepened trails entwine my veins--
he knows i'm weak with desparation.
Gripped by cold, deceiving glares,
a knife appears within my clutch.
"Do it now....we'll guide your hand,
this is now your only rule."
Quivers buck through endless streams
amongst these jagged, brazen tombs.
Rotted skin and pussing muscle--
wiping crystals from my eyes.
My flesh is pale through this demise
i let him slice my whithered skin.
My throat is now an opened grave which
cracks and breaks beneath the strain.
I bathe and swim through lies and blood,
riding through Death's opened door.
Trapped and raped inside this place of
birthing gloom that's void of hope.
Serpants slither through my brain
they suffocate my dying soul.
Tortured by impending fears and
lying still in arms of bone.
He lulls me in with sweet seduction,
morbid tears of falling grace.
A victim of his snake-ish game
crest-fallen trick of suicide.
Author notes
This poem is about someone who is dealing with thoughts of suicide and is tricked into believing that death is peaceful and will solve everything.
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i loved this line:
Blood is frozen by his touch,
my skin is marked by crimson cuts.
it definatly made the poem.
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woah. this is good. i mean really good. i love it!!im adding you to the finalist. it had me on the edge of my chair to find out what would come next in the poem. nice write and good luck even though i dont really think you'll need it. =] nice
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wow
damn, this is awesome poem, I LUV IT...
SO BLOODY, VIVID IMAGERY, THE GORE, THE EMOTIONS.. I'M
keep them coming...
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