Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
I Sing a Song of Death
I could salt
Popcorn
With these
Dried-up tears.
Could live
A lifetime
With these
Wasted years.
Could kill
An army
With this pain.
Could save
Millions of lives
With my bloodstains.
Could fuel
A million nightmares
With the horrors
In my life.
Could kill myself
With the serrated blade
On this big steak knife.
Yet I can't
Get through
This pain.
Keep trying to sort
Through these things
In vain.
I'd cry but I
Have no more tears.
I'd drink
But I ran out of beer.
I'd love
But I can't
Anymore.
Would swim
But there
Is no seashore.
Everything is so
Empty.
From sea
To blasted sea.
There's nothing left
To look forward to.
I just keep waiting
For the day
I can drown myself
In the ocean blue.
Or jump to my death
From a hundred-story tower...
& get struck by lightning
In a thunder shower.
Then things will
Be better.
I'll be truly
Under the weather.
And my life will be
No more.
No more dreading
What's in store.
A lovely
Eternity
Full of silence
& serenity.
Just peace & quiet
In my tomb.
No more sorrow,
No more gloom.
And as I wait
Impatiently
I'll make another
Small cut on my wrist.
Pain gives me
Such a rush.
It's too hard
To resist.
I lick the blood
From the vein.
Happiness
Borders
On the insane.
One day I'll drown
In a flood
Of my own
Delicious
Crimson blood.
I'll taste
All
I've ever been.
And never cry
Again.
copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
Popcorn
With these
Dried-up tears.
Could live
A lifetime
With these
Wasted years.
Could kill
An army
With this pain.
Could save
Millions of lives
With my bloodstains.
Could fuel
A million nightmares
With the horrors
In my life.
Could kill myself
With the serrated blade
On this big steak knife.
Yet I can't
Get through
This pain.
Keep trying to sort
Through these things
In vain.
I'd cry but I
Have no more tears.
I'd drink
But I ran out of beer.
I'd love
But I can't
Anymore.
Would swim
But there
Is no seashore.
Everything is so
Empty.
From sea
To blasted sea.
There's nothing left
To look forward to.
I just keep waiting
For the day
I can drown myself
In the ocean blue.
Or jump to my death
From a hundred-story tower...
& get struck by lightning
In a thunder shower.
Then things will
Be better.
I'll be truly
Under the weather.
And my life will be
No more.
No more dreading
What's in store.
A lovely
Eternity
Full of silence
& serenity.
Just peace & quiet
In my tomb.
No more sorrow,
No more gloom.
And as I wait
Impatiently
I'll make another
Small cut on my wrist.
Pain gives me
Such a rush.
It's too hard
To resist.
I lick the blood
From the vein.
Happiness
Borders
On the insane.
One day I'll drown
In a flood
Of my own
Delicious
Crimson blood.
I'll taste
All
I've ever been.
And never cry
Again.
copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
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I Sing a Song of Death
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