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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.
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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.

Omega
11-09-2004, 03:49 PM
Tight work, guy, feel free to post threads for all your poetry.

TheSkull
11-12-2004, 03:00 PM
"Death Will Come"


I cannot feel, cannot speak.
Death is inevitable, now that I have nothing.
I'm trying to stop but I just keep running,
My heart slowly becoming meager and weak.
Death, chasing me, for I'm easy to tweak,
It feels as if Death is hunting.
He may give chase but his sythe is blunting,
Death, come to me, lest you lose your streak.
His prescence merely a distant hum,
His prescence is near though I'm already gone.
Taking this was never a talent, sorry now well life moves on,
Speak slowly now, and Death will come.

meowmix
11-12-2004, 03:08 PM
:no:

kinda, too emo for me

TheSkull
12-03-2004, 03:22 PM
Demon's Grip

Bullet in my shoulder,
thorn in my side.
This pain relentless,
like a battlefield cry.
The hate inside,
the fear that's showing.
The knives in my back,
the constant reminder.
The drop of blood,
now hitting the floor.
The tears I've shed,
the pain always growing.
Paint me black and red,
this thing that's in my head.
A demon grabs me by the balls,
Soon enough he'll decide to twist.
Emo!? It's not lala fufu pansy poetry like you like. You go to hell! You go to hell and you die!