When your eyes burn
do you think I'll see
In your sleep you turn
and search for me
and when death takes your hand
did you know it was mine
my love all along
a sorrow redefined
given a penny to express
a thought and a mourning
this bliss set to depress
my sunny heart, deforming
my smile, my bliss
I can say goodnight, badnight
Withdraw from a kiss
Wearing a new insight
for all we wander we weep we keep
and for all we love we eat we drink
but for the never we love and swell and drown
and for all I laugh I sink into frown
this is my sorrow this is my disguise
a mask fusing into my face
chiseled deeper with the lies
for I have only make belive to grasp
And only anguish ever lasts
tonight I'll break the shadows and consume
their delicious melancholy filling the room
and the torment that drowns me in my bed
is the desire I've come to ruefully dread
who could I be that provides sanctuary
what could I be that mean anything
to forget I was and ever will be
to sleep in a bed become my cemetery
A star, my sky, twist into wrist
a fork, a knife, speghetti veins drip
for nothing could be blue if red exists
coat my lips with death, with dismiss
VicariousE
That's an exceptionally flowing and powerful poem, almost reminds me of Otep's early lyrics/poems, though I don't think she ever delved into losing fatal amounts of pasta sauce on purpose.
I enjoyed it, but worry about the author who wrote it! If a mod read this, she/he might think "Oh shit, Wade might have to trace the IP address and call the local cops to check..." Maybe a disclaimer at the bottom saying the author recovered from composing?
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Most, if not all, of my poetry is so very dark. I speak the most truth when darkness floods in. I know that I have daydreamed about what it would be like to pursue the darkness, ride those coattails into oblivion and never see the light... yet, here I am bound if not but for a single purpose. For if I were to submit to that weakness, I would fail the one, tiny person who relies on me to give him a better, brighter future. I'd be a coward to abandon him to put to rest my own manifestations, delusions, and horrible truths.
I hope that calms your concern, even though this reply is so very late. At least you know I live. And I've also been buried in school work and all sorts of dreary bullshit.
I hope you are well.