Good-bye(11/7/06)
Here i wait,
laying on the table of hard steel,
hearing the soft whispers of those i use to love behind the glass,
I feel a needle slide into my arm,
slowly the ice cold venome unleashed into my veins,
i sturgle against the chains and ropes holding me down suddenly wanting to say goodbye to them,
slowly my body pauses and my breath slows,
the man with the needle leaves the room,
hearing the door slam shut i gasp my last breath,
"Good-bye..." i whisper into the darkness my fingers stetching toward the light,
It hugs me close and envelopes me,
then i am no more but a shadow of the past.
ice pool(11/8/06)
I listen to the cool rasping of voices,
It envelopes me leaving my mind blank and emotionless,
A cold wind pulls my hair into knots around my face as I stand up,
Love is away form me,
Hate covers me as love once did,
I miss the world I use to know that’s now covered in sheets of ice freezing time itself,
I cry out into the frosty air “why me!?” again and again,
But my lips movement makes no noise like it use to,
I fall to the floor crying my very essence blow away from me with the frosty wind,
My floor of ice breaks and I fall,
Threw nothing I fall but somehow my heart breaks shattering into fragments of joy covering the nothingness,
A soft light glows from the heart but quickly the ice freezes over them leaving me to fall to the depths of hell threw the darknessall alone,
just as one like me ought to be and always will be...
blood-faller(11/9/06)
I run and run not able to stop,
it comes after me like a hungry animal,
my breath giving away my position i dive here and there though it follows my trail,
I scream my last breath as its fangs bite into my throat silencing my cry,
blood now drips from me forming a pool,
thats how you saw me this morning when you were looking around your new house,
death, destruction, pain and suffering all contorted on a face no older then 5,
now you stare right up at me,
to bad this will happen to you as it did to me.
Right side hanging
(11-19)here i hang,
left for the blood to drip out,
left for my past grieving to lay in the room i use to have,
left for the horror of children if they do as horible things as me,
i use to sleep in a bed of sweet smeeling fabrics,
enveloping me,
cradaling me,
telling me everything would be ok,
but now my eyes hang out of their sockets,
my blood is a simple red wine,
my heart is long gone,
yet my soul is stays and watches through these so called eyes waiting for you,
you to let me out,
you to let me free,
you to let me live again in your body as you occupy mine,
i watch you come closer waiting for the right moment to drag you to hell with me.
tomorrows poem of this sort is to be known soon enough!
