Chapter 1 - 1
Submitted August 31, 2005 Updated August 31, 2005 Status Incomplete | a death type poem
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Chapter 1 - 1
Chapter 1 - 1
Shadows of mind,
darkness in my eyes.
skin like a moon's glow.
Hair like a raven's black feather.
Standing in a corner,
hidden from reality.
Help I cannot have,
Depression is my weakness.
Should I make the choice,
the choice to end my life.
or should I stay in this saddened world.
A world of sadness,
a world of pain.
Sickness, crimes, and murders.
Happiness is only a feeling,
feeling in a moment.
Innocenence is just a quaility,
but does it ever last?
These things that make mind turn,
questions I that do not have answers.
So confused in this destructive world,
Lives that will always end.
What's the difference of ending it now?
Now at this very moment.
Is it that there is more to life?
More that this life offers?
The storm clouds of my feelings,
the thunder in my voice.
Lighning of my skin.
The feeling comes over me,
the darkened rain drops of my blood.
As it hits the floor,
an open wound on my wrist.
I have made my choice,
there is no point.
No one could save me.
I was alone.
My face has gone blank,
my eyes have sank,
My mind has closed the door,
Now my body hits the floor!
darkness in my eyes.
skin like a moon's glow.
Hair like a raven's black feather.
Standing in a corner,
hidden from reality.
Help I cannot have,
Depression is my weakness.
Should I make the choice,
the choice to end my life.
or should I stay in this saddened world.
A world of sadness,
a world of pain.
Sickness, crimes, and murders.
Happiness is only a feeling,
feeling in a moment.
Innocenence is just a quaility,
but does it ever last?
These things that make mind turn,
questions I that do not have answers.
So confused in this destructive world,
Lives that will always end.
What's the difference of ending it now?
Now at this very moment.
Is it that there is more to life?
More that this life offers?
The storm clouds of my feelings,
the thunder in my voice.
Lighning of my skin.
The feeling comes over me,
the darkened rain drops of my blood.
As it hits the floor,
an open wound on my wrist.
I have made my choice,
there is no point.
No one could save me.
I was alone.
My face has gone blank,
my eyes have sank,
My mind has closed the door,
Now my body hits the floor!
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mikita_inugirl on February 2, 2006, 10:44:13 AM
Nice poem. I like it. Well written. ^_^