TheSkull
11-09-2004, 03:43 PM
Voodoo Dolls
Slowly as they push the needles deeper within my eyes.
The slow pushing of pins within me only makes me humble.
Rusty nails find their way deep into my flesh and bone.
An air about this is like a chilled night breeze.
I've lost all my time to feel at ease.
Begging in the silence for this torment's end.
Severed at length, of limb and mind.
No feeling, no breathing, not the least of senses.
Locked within this rat's dampened cage.
All that was left of me has become my pain.
Life as we know may end in a spark,
all of our futures may soon lie in the past.
__________________________________________________ ___
Suicide Note Pt.2
Seated on the edge of my bed,
on the coffee table,
the gun or the knife,
my last decision to be.
The glass bottle on the table,
itching to get closer,
I've turned to it before,
it's simulated closure.
The bottle tips,
the glass fills up,
my memories begin to drown.
I'm slowly lost as I begin to take it in,
the things that have hit me,
are beginning to disappear.
What you've done to me,
no longer seems to matter.
I stare, at the contents on the table,
the choice seems so much closer.
Death has become the only way out.
The only way to free me from this pain.
__________________________________________________ ___________
Just two of my latest poems, I'll keep popping more in if people want. I've got tons. Most of my poems are dark like this so...if you want nice, sweet little poems, I might try upon special request.
Slowly as they push the needles deeper within my eyes.
The slow pushing of pins within me only makes me humble.
Rusty nails find their way deep into my flesh and bone.
An air about this is like a chilled night breeze.
I've lost all my time to feel at ease.
Begging in the silence for this torment's end.
Severed at length, of limb and mind.
No feeling, no breathing, not the least of senses.
Locked within this rat's dampened cage.
All that was left of me has become my pain.
Life as we know may end in a spark,
all of our futures may soon lie in the past.
__________________________________________________ ___
Suicide Note Pt.2
Seated on the edge of my bed,
on the coffee table,
the gun or the knife,
my last decision to be.
The glass bottle on the table,
itching to get closer,
I've turned to it before,
it's simulated closure.
The bottle tips,
the glass fills up,
my memories begin to drown.
I'm slowly lost as I begin to take it in,
the things that have hit me,
are beginning to disappear.
What you've done to me,
no longer seems to matter.
I stare, at the contents on the table,
the choice seems so much closer.
Death has become the only way out.
The only way to free me from this pain.
__________________________________________________ ___________
Just two of my latest poems, I'll keep popping more in if people want. I've got tons. Most of my poems are dark like this so...if you want nice, sweet little poems, I might try upon special request.