I am in need of a knife
To slowly slice through my veins
So I can instantly end this pain.
Life can be dragging and dull
People can be farce and foul.
Loneliness has devoured me from happiness.
Leaving me vulnerable in an amphora of nothingness.
Life always seemed to be an interesting prospect,
It now stares at me like a fibbing prophet.
Taking away those who gave my life meaning,
Mocking with insolence, at my state of being.
I cry out for help in distress.
But my voice is drowned by the deafening silence.
I realize I fight against the one who cannot be fought.
With my only weapon; a chain of broken thoughts.
I now seek the aid of death
She looms behind the life ahead.
Waiting to rescue me from my state of despair,
And to kill life, fair and square.
Her silhouette is that of a sultry prostitute,
Waiting to contaminate, yet save this destitute.
Like the pushing of a whore,
She makes me want her…more.
She gives me what I need
Something that penetrates into the meat.
I now feel strong and powerful
Finally, I can go somewhere I belong.
I cut myself and watch life flow away,
A part of it still clings on to me like a cancerous cyst
I rip it away, with my nails and clenched fists
Finally I am left alone, at the mercy of my saviour.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
No comments:
Post a Comment