Catch - was you hoping for one?
Fucking help - it's dark here.
Swan-song, like ballet - an easy target... would it
be me? If I swam, like my vampire-heart,
holding on to your wires... from the start...
Here they fall and take one thing to break -
d e a t h - how could anyone call it a
m i stake?
If I took - could I take? If I looked, would I wake
up? If I grew, would I grow up - would I take
forever to die?
How many suicide notes can one person write
before the right one hits the right night?
If I REALLY wanted to die, I would
be ripping out my heart and screaming for
the light. Any light. SOME light.
Am I worth a flower? Am I bleeding?
Am I your power? Am I working?
Is this work? Am I working hard -
hard enough to hurt?
From one song artist to the next -
I am dying, unaware of the next corner, the next
poison... the next scar...
If it is the last one, try: and try hard.
Author notes
Swansong for a raven
(song by Cradle of Filth)
A contest entry
- Quickie. by CentrifugalCorpse.
700 points, ended July 17, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
