Coveted by dark shapes, lonely,
Hidden under satin sheets.
Soaked in my own Essence,
All life pouring out of me.
Trembling in quiet corners,
Confused is how they'll be:
Existence is so Ephemeral
And only then will they see...
Sitting on black comfortability,
Muster prayers to adorn my release.
So unnecessary! But this is Death;
How many will truly cry for me?
Send the priest and force the tears!
The senseless questions keep!
How much did they really know?
That in this, I did not believe?
But this is Death!It's our release!
Trading my bed for a new grave.
Will their eyes lose the blind shields,
And see the masquerade o'er pain?
But this is Life!And their pain
Imperceptible soon will be;
This corpse they have condemned,
Did they ever know me...when I lived?
Author notes
I often think and wish, sometimes plan my death (I was so close in the past!). And though people, when trying to give you reasons to live, tell you about those who may suffer, well, I wonder, who will? I am here, and the only people who give me some company rarely know of me. And if I killed myself, wouldn't they criticize without knowing what I felt?
~I want to bring La-La to tears! ~
Written August 18th, 2004
A contest entry
- Are you lonely?Sad? Tell me why by LaAmyaArlene.
300 points, ended August 19, 2004, 13 entries
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I have no words... realy impressive
keep it up -
Pain never ceases, even after Death. You were put here on earth, and you are worth every struggle to free yourself from the bonds that make you miserable. We know naught of what the future holds, so why react to something in the present, when you might be missing something so fucken awesome in the future...seems to me that's giving alot of power to those that don't deserve it. And if one kills themselves over revenge, often it's not the people who they're trying to hurt that will eternally suffer, but those that you least expect...over time, eating and rotting at their core, perhaps making even them turn to Death.
what a powerful expression of words, with this poem.
"Did they ever know me...when I lived?"
My answer would be: give them a chance to.
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I see your point, and I totally agree, but I am sure someone would care if you died. I mean, I feel so alone, yet if I were to die, or kill myself, I know for a fact people would care. I think it just seems like we're alone, because we're blind for the time being...get what Im trying to say? Good work, thanks for following the rules, and thanks for entering...good luck
LaLa
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