Solace
Though I breathe, I am not truly alive.
Broken,
No solace for an un-forgiven.
Endless black blood is my life.
I am swimming,
In my own despair,
Falling, weeping,
I have a demon's thoughts.
I cannot escape this hurt and anger,
Drowning, breaking;
The rush of a razor is a sweet pain.
Fallen, outcast, dark angels.
Bleeding, no god would save me now,
I will show this world one day,
Black roses are strewn on my course,
And my soul stains inner thought.
I am a lost child,
Twisting, splattering,
Dark soul cries out,
But no one listens.
This beginning of an end,
Gushing,
Tears of blood stream from my wrist;
I am fallen and will never rise.
Fallen, outcast, dark angels,
Ceaseless blood-spill,
I will show this world one day,
Though I breathe, I am not truly alive.
Broken,
No solace for an un-forgiven.
Endless black blood is my life.
I am swimming,
In my own despair,
Falling, weeping,
I have a demon's thoughts.
I cannot escape this hurt and anger,
Drowning, breaking;
The rush of a razor is a sweet pain.
Fallen, outcast, dark angels.
Bleeding, no god would save me now,
I will show this world one day,
Black roses are strewn on my course,
And my soul stains inner thought.
I am a lost child,
Twisting, splattering,
Dark soul cries out,
But no one listens.
This beginning of an end,
Gushing,
Tears of blood stream from my wrist;
I am fallen and will never rise.
Fallen, outcast, dark angels,
Ceaseless blood-spill,
I will show this world one day,
Though I breathe, I am not truly alive.
9 comments:
So sad, so depressing, deep, bloody,painful,wasted...its how I often feel!
There are parts of this poem that, if I didn't know better, I would have sworn I'd written myself.
How do you do that? :)
Yeah. Very deep. You really got into that.
you are nuts that feeingh was convayed to me so it is a good poem
a bit too painful for me, I'm afraid, it works too well
Lately I think beauty is such a slut. She'll partner any journey even into the heart of darkness. There is no shortage of beauty in this poem, ... exquisite in the tragedy of your imagery.
PS. Inc., I am pobably being thick but I can't get at the 'solace'. Help me with the title.
:)
Thank you all again for your kind comments. Even the ones who think I’m nuts :) Though I would like to point out that most of my works are fiction, not really about me at all. If I was a suicide type I think I would have succeeded by now...
Oh, and Ish, you're not the thick one, I am, I couldn't think of a title, so just picked a pretty word out of the piece...it nearly got called 'razor', but that'd be just a little too trite :)
Though I could argue that the razor is the solace for times of despair...calling it a day is always an option if we believe we have free will...
My mouth dropped open when I read this one...you make me shiver!
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