You're running away from it all
Breath coming in ragged gasps
While a river runs down your face
You’re running harder than you ever tried
Away from all the searing pain—and life
You don’t know where you’re going
Thinking you just need to get away from there
Your heart pounds in your chest
An odd reminder that you’re still living
All your life passes in a blur
Running from everything that made you ache
The tears, loss, depression—
You run with the hope that it never will come back
Day turns to night
The sun replaced by the feathers of death
You collapse from sheer exhaustion
And you just want those wings of hell to claim you
You realize that you have escaped nothing
Just boxed away in darkness
You bang on the invisible enclosure
With your failing strength
Desperate, full of hate with nowhere to go
You’re trapped with nowhere to run
No one to see, nothing to free you
You’re invisible to all but the pain
Asking yourself why the hell am I alive?
Nothing around in the dark
The enclosure is jagged, cold, and unbending
A cage built of obsidian closing in on all directions
Making you bleed from every pore of your skin
Your bones breaking like shattered glass
With just the slightest of movements
No oxygen left to breathe
You come to the realization that you
Cannot be saved-but you don’t want to be
You scream but no one hears you
You gasp from the bloodcurdling pain of it all
There is nothing left from your life
You want it all to end-- Now
The soul ripped from your chest
No pulse left to feel
You feel dead already
You just want to make it official
To stop the bleeding of your soul
The stillness hugs you close
The first slice of ice water numbing the mind
You’re tired of suffering here in the dark
This thing called life
As your bruised and broken hands brush the knife
Lying upon the spiked stone floor…
Aw, the knife in the dark
The only hope here for you
No one left to care
This steel object, the only thing
To take you away from it all
There’s scuttling in the Nothing
The beasts and critters of decay and rot
Moving fast around you
Poison dripping from their fangs
Excited like vultures circling a dying thing
There is nothing left to do
This sweet suicide--
Will save you from being devoured alive
Such a sweet relief to be so near to Death
With nothing left to feel, no flesh slowly being nibbled
By depression, the nerves of your soul being torn away
to the brink of insanity…
No heartache and loss to cause you to
cry and scream yourself dry
From the tears of blood being pumped by your
ever tired --youth-less failing heart
You pick up the thing
And cut yourself there—and there
Feeling, not seeing the pool growing around you
Just then--
An awesome force comes speeding for you
With lightning fast accuracy
The Angel of Death—terror radiating from it’s deathly being
With a scream so horrifying—that of the vengeful screams of a banshee
It comes swooping to claim you
While you sit unable to move
Laughing hysterically from both relief
And maniacal fear
With your arms blood-soaked
Reaching to it for your tragic salvation…
Cut… cut... deep, deeper
Bleed
Silence.
{edit note}
No I am not going to kill myself, the cutting days are in the past, hopefully so is Hell
 Data_3rr0r · Mon Apr 07, 2008 @ 10:51pm · 0 Comments |
