Dark Poetry #3 |
Six Feet Under |
Stryder Junior Member
since 2002-06-22
Posts 29Silent Hill |
I am too afraid to live, but too afraid to die... Since the day that I was born Delivered into this bitter world The same monotony everyday In the morning I awake And during the night I sleep This tautological cycle is killing me I sit in my room, with a blank expression Clutching a cold razor in my hand Every ascetic second, cogitating My other hand presses the flesh too hard With eyes dilated, and shot with blood My veins begin to surface above the skin Suddenly, a presage inflates my mind Like a bright light flashing before my eyes I see myself buried six feet under, atrophied This God-fearing manifestation, saved me Where this intuition came from is beyond me Someone, somewhere, must care about me -Stryder "Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left." [This message has been edited by Stryder (11-10-2002 10:38 PM).] |
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Chameleon Member
since 2002-08-07
Posts 99Australia |
I can appreciate it without getting suicidal. Explicit imagery. I see it as a short art film. yeah, neat. if not some blood stains. hehe |
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