what a magnificent suicide
i couldn't keep a crescive neck
from holding the weight of my head
it simply fell backwards onto my spine
an instantaneous termination
of a living corpse
its apparent clause lacking much reflection
as i remained a splitting celluloid
regurgitating a slimy chunk of my own heart
in an abysmal hole where dismantled hand prints
seeped through like a drainage of melancholy
releasing a surge of nostalgia
followed by a wistful plunge
into a deserted field with a single dandelion-
grey like the gum's of a rabid animal
blowing past an Arbitrary folding of veins
projecting black bile
onto the chalk-white sky
Author notes
not finished
Comments
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you are so amazing
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well if its not finshed i really can't tell, well maybe towards the ending but my, you come up with some dismal images, but they are so positivley overflowing with raw emotion. i do believe i'll be coming back to see new changes. i loved reading this
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blazin
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Great poem. Wonderful use of words! Keep it up!
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