I can smell them,
they are coming for me finally.
Wishes come true,
dreams turn to reality,
death is near.
The demons arrive to devour me.
They eat me alive,
chew my heart out while still beating.
I beg you,
make my hopes come true,
kill me.
Destroy me till all I see is dark.
No feelings,
no cares,
make the pain go away.
I can feel life slip away,
I can finally smile.
Please don't cry for I am free.
Author notes
Prompt 1
A contest entry
- Die Like You Mean It by High-on-Death.
300 points, ended April 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great emotion
Great job as always so deep -
Wow!! Incredible....so filled with pain...great write, should do well in the contest!
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