Suicidal Tears

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Dead_Alive, Feb 1, 2006.

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  1. Dead_Alive

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    I close my hot stained eyes, and breathe softly with a slight sigh;
    and shudder with thought, of the memories distant past...
    hiding within dark webs of lies, all I really want... is just to die;
    a battle long fought, but the years of toil, sure did go fast.

    Hearken closely to this reminiscent tale... a chapter from the days of youth;
    I am like a lone black bear, wandering aimlessly on this cold frigid night.
    I drink deeply from this evil silver grail... the cup of suffering, given to the uncooth;
    Yearning wearily for my warm toasty lair; the air was still and the stars crisp and bright.

    From the hand of fools; I was tied to the altar like a stinking little rat;
    raped of my child-like innocence; by those I trusted the most...
    Black fiery candles; glistening eerily of it's sweating human fat;
    oily smoke... thick and so dense, dimly cast shadows that had the appearance of ghosts.

    The marble table was cold; and the ropes were stretched tight;
    Muffled screams echoed against the blood stained walls of my foe..
    Made from the same mold, my parents beat me with delight;
    With a crack of the leather whip... bloody lashes covered from head to toe.

    Violent dreams... echoes in the mind of my little hell;
    Unloved and unwanted; I was never meant to be born...
    I kept this little secret; swearing an oath to never to tell;
    My soul was scarred; and I was the object of everyone's scorn.

    As the long years went by... my fear turned into blinding violent rage...
    Those who tormented me were cursed one by one....
    I weep with a suicidal cry... imprisoned with despair in this fragile fleshly cage;
    With a smile; soon I'll be set free... by the bullet from this deadly sweet gun.
     
  2. thedeafmusician

    thedeafmusician Staff Alumni

    Welcome to the forum, Dead_Alive. I can't exactly say that I liked that poem, however I think that you expressed yourself very well.

    thedeafmusician
     
  3. Dead_Alive

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    I am sorry you did not like it... I was describing what happened to me as a kid... not so much as a ritual but as an event that happened to me over and over again in behind closed doors of my childhood home.

    I decided not to write any more poems... but it does give a glimse of the pain I feel... my regrets
     
  4. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    :hug: :hug: :hug:
     
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