death.


Wish For Death.

every second is a stab to your heart,
every second makes the pain even worse,
your dying,
but the blackness just wont take you over,
your life just wont end.
Your tears make it so real,
as you wait for something that might never come.
Something that will ease the pain,
but not rid it.
Just enough to stop the tears.
The pain consumes you,
as the hours tick by,
one at a time,
Every hour leaves you bleeding,
more and more.
Every hour makes your wish for death even stronger.




Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
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Written on 2010-05-21 at 05:50

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
As deathly dark as this is, or moreover; because it is, and I can therefore connect; there lingers an eerie beauty in the way the poem is expressed. Thanks for sharing, and now I'll try rubbing the goosebumps off my arms.
2010-05-21