the day i died

[gothicotter]

poetry...this marks my half-year....perhaps i'll make it the rest of the year...

The Day I Died


What is it like to live?
What is life really like?
the true life that i have never experienced.
the life i pine and dream of
the life that is never real.

i dream of death
of total peace
i dream of hope
of fullfilment
i wish for relief
for stillness amidst chaos
something i have never had.

i want truth
i want happiness
i want what i can't have

i am death
i am fear
i am the darkness that overtakes you

i am the stillness
i am the cold
i am the fingers that brush your neck

i cause your flesh to prickle
and your body to shake
i steal the last breath from you

i am the pain that you breathe
i am the sadness in your heart

i am the blood that pours
i am the tears that fall

i am the emotion
that courses through your veins
i am the cruelty in your fist

i am the bullet that blows your head to bits
i am the "fuck" that you utter

i am the shadow that stalks you
i am the paranoia

this is me
on the day i died