Dance of Death
By Shashama
The black pit of depression swallows my soul... The voices refuse to leave my mind alone No one cares enough to listen, to hear me out. Urges no one would believe take over my senses. The space in my heart for love is void It is all I can do to survive this cold world Music was my last resort, but it too has lost its joy. Pain attacks me every day, everywhere on my body Parents bring to me overbearing, unspeakable rage I pick up the knife and look at its welcoming blade Drag it across my arms and watch the blood Enjoying the pain and the beauty of it, flowing Crimson tears stream down my cheeks I silently wait for the wonders of death I watch my sheets turn a deep red I close my eyes and gasp for breath Everything becomes clear, I understand the world I open my eyes to see my parents scream My eyes glaze over, and I am gone I am gone to a far better place Join me in the Dance of Death1999 or 2000, Um, yeah, I wrote this a couple of years ago, so this is kinda obsolete, but still a good poem... Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 08:44 AM PST, Shayla Carter 18 • 0 • 10
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"The black pit of depression swallows my soul......"