I feel the stone against my back
Cold and damp
It steels the breath I try to breathe
Stiring up the fatal need
I stare down at these paling palms
Blue paths visible
Crying out to be released
Self pitty ready for a feast
I feel no pain, just see the stream
A bloody fountain
Begins to flow and gush and drain
And drooping eyes begin to wain
Imagise pass before my eyes
Colored fantasies
Pure white red and crimson snow
Mingle in the tearful flow
Darkness creeps against the light
Cold and clammy
Feel Deaths hand against my chin
Guiding me to see his win
On a bed of white
In mornings light
Beneith the breast
A sharp blade rests
And plunges deep
Desturbing sleep
The moment past
Then rest at last
He sighs as he shows me more
Sharing deaths
I watch in horror then remorse
Then eager to see what could be worse
She clang to it, cold
Not releasing her hold
But still it was gone
Neither had won
Slumped, growing weak
The poison had seeped
Eyes growing dim
Last breath too slim
His coldness rested on my arm
Cold and lonely
But undaunted in my request
Encouraged to releave the rest
He rushed to see
But late was he
Her lips were pale
Her Body frail
Sinking to his knees
Cries and greeves
Pain wrenching
Every muscle flinching
Then falling blue
He parished too
Beside the girl
Who made his world
But had neglected
Now Death protected
He looked into my eyes to see
Cold and silent
I sighed my breath, he caught is fast
I closed my eyes and let the colors pass
Breathing slowly, shallow now
Darkness closing
Weakness growing stronger in my vains
Gasping hard, but still I accept the wain
Breath escaping
Still and fainting
Slumber's coming
Heart unwanting
Breathing
Closing
Sleeping
Sighing
sighed
Author notes
I have no streangth to do this deed
So do not worry here for me
I only seek escape from pain
What my soul tries to explain
Comments
-
let your soul seek the light, just allow it to do it on itz own time. no need to seek the DARKness, for pain runs where the heart lives; in love. there's no escaping from that. even if one tries to seek death by one's hands, pain will haunt the soul. let time take itz course and heal what is aching the heart. things may never be the same, but life will get better. i know for i view it from a distance, the DARKside of the moon, DARK.
-
I understand you got to get some things off your chest and wow this is a very dark eerily hauntin write from ya but its understandable and I do like this write. any ways was a triffle bit disappointed thatcha didn't use spell check BUT I realize you probably were just typin' away and didn't notice you made a few or maybe you wer ein a hurry BUT that's okay because the point to the poem made alot of sense and I have had more brushes with death than I like to admit. any ways killer write and keep up the nice work as always.
Tiger 
-
I like this, its different from what I have read from you in the past. The emotion in this was very well expressed, I felt it as if I was in your presence inside this poem. Very well written.
Silvos.
-
-
Silvos, thank you. i haven't talked to you in so long. I'm sorry I haven't, I feel bad about that. I just haven't been writing poetry much lately. But thank you for reading this and commenting. I'm glad you did. Thank you for your kind words. I know it's not my usual. I've been going through a lot lately, as you can probably tell.
I hope you're doing well.
Pixie
-
Adding your comment:
