I sit on my golden chair waiting
for the life to drip through the air
wanting nothing more then to see
the world turn away from me
I hold the blade to my wrist
and give it one very savage twist
splattering the blood upon the floor,
the bed, the mirror and more
a distant run through times lost
paying the horrible cost
of what will be in the end
more of life to spend
all alone in the world of strife
sitting here holding on to the knife
that will eventually dig into my skin
I am unable to win
the situation that is to have terrible costs
I feel my life is soon to be lost.
Deep within my darkened soul
there is no longer any goal
no time, no winter, no summer face
lost in times cold dark place
I wish for the darkened door
laying here upon this floor
tortured times, testy, gruesome, alone
waiting to hear the ringing of the deaths phone
crying out in a distinct panic
my mind is going completely manic
fear running its ramp-id course
galloping on the feet of a horse
beauty is as beauty does
but my beauty wears gloves
it is all about the mask
that is on my face and where you ask
do I stay in this life of hell
deep down inside the beaten well.
Standing at the pearly gates
there in line all do wait
for the man they call St. Peter
waiting is upon the meter
that is running out of time
my life is going out of line
no longer to wait in this sublime
world of woe, I want to die, I want to go
away from this life I hate so very much you know
the lies, the tangled webs we have weaved
no one will be aggrieved
with my passage from this world
thrown down, tossed and hurled
from the gates of heavens door
to the time once before
when I was just the girl
that watched the squirrel
as he stored way his nuts
before I made this awful cuts.
Author notes
Blackend Heart
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A contest entry
- ♥ Blackend Love ♥ by stop a bullet.
385 points, ended August 5, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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Sadly thought-provoking
This caused me to feel tears well up and that RARELY happens as I am as Jaded by life as the Lord is Good...but your story was well-written and touched my nearly non-existant heart! Well done, hun! It will do its job of teaching others about the darkness I'm sure...and hopefully help PREVENT another useless suicide! WW -
My Niece you know I do not approve of cutting. Never the less this is a delishiously dark write. I like although I don't like what the topic is about.
Love be the message,
Peace be the journey.
Justin -
a very wekk writen peice, there are seveal areas where the flow could be a bit better but besides that very well done sis, I hope you arent cutting again though
~lamia -
This is pretty good. I'm not really sure how the tittle ties in. You can't really tell on a top level, but now thinking about it it does match. Sorry.
. this is really nice. Thanks for enterning. Best of luck to you!
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