Sunday, February 04, 2007

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.

9 comments:

Drizel said...

So sad, so depressing, deep, bloody,painful,wasted...its how I often feel!

Anonymous said...

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? :)

SaM-GiRL said...

Yeah. Very deep. You really got into that.

Lloyd Irving Bradbury said...

you are nuts that feeingh was convayed to me so it is a good poem

lettuce said...

a bit too painful for me, I'm afraid, it works too well

Steve Isham said...

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.

Steve Isham said...

PS. Inc., I am pobably being thick but I can't get at the 'solace'. Help me with the title.

Inconsequential said...

:)

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...

Unknown said...

My mouth dropped open when I read this one...you make me shiver!