Dark Poetry #3 |
Only This... |
Paxia New Member
since 2003-06-06
Posts 4Minnesota, U.S. |
I lay still Unmoving Closed eyes Closed lips Distant The world does not exist I do not hear it, I do not see it, I do not feel it Not a trace of emotion On my now cold face My body like stone Shows no trace of ever having moved Not a trace of anything But the blood Dried now Caked upon my body And the wounds, closed now Evidence of my departure from this world This body Was once my prison The very chains that held me to this world And kept me alive Real Bound to life Bound to vulnerability Bound to pain No longer does it hold me I am free of it I am numb Everything is so far now I float away into nonexistence Free of substance This weight no longer a burden No tears to show my struggle Nothing to mark my distress Only a vacant Almost peaceful expression Upon my slumbering face Do you see? I carry not the despair of my passing from the world Not the wounds it has dealt me I carry only the surety I promise you this My passing into this insubstantiality Was sweet I said goodbye And then I left And now I am gone I have no hands, no feet, no body I am only emptiness And believe me, this is better I am weightless I cannot be touched Or pulled down to earth To reality I have escaped from hell And I care not for heaven Only this Floating, wandering, forever Through an endless, starless night Only this Only this Death. |
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laurie Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 153canada, ontario |
lsn't it frightening when someone can say they know exactly what you mean when you write somethign like this, right down to the lack of fear? anyway, l guess l should say l like this, cause l really do, though l'm not sure l should like it (subject matter, and the fact that my friends think l'm suicidal) but... l do. it's real. if that means anything. anyway, keep writing. please. laurie. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
This is a good description of just drifting into death and accepting it. (as if we could fight it anyways)Welcome. You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL |
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