Ian WhiteMorning Poetry: Suicide
December 20th 2010 10:25
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I died today...
It was slow...painful
Bled out from the self mutilation
A long and personal amputation
My self loathing somehow inspired patience...
There are no angels
There are no demons
I'm trapped in a void
But these thoughts remain inside my mind
Even as I float somewhere after the demise of time
My death, rather than my life, flash before me on a loop
The proof, of how I arrived in this ethereal limbo
I'm transfixed on the screen of my minds eye
As I attempt to rationalize and then deny
But the constant image says it's so
As I cut out my heart as it's pleading no
Saying it's best to keep inside
But I somehow thought I'd be alive...without it
Once released, I fall to knees
Life force fleeing, I start to plead
But the heart has turned cold. It's retreating footsteps like forceful beats
The last sight before purgatory, were of eyes, invaded by tears
Her betrayal etched eyes...
As I die, with no breath left, to say-goodbye...
It was slow...painful
Bled out from the self mutilation
A long and personal amputation
My self loathing somehow inspired patience...
There are no angels
There are no demons
I'm trapped in a void
But these thoughts remain inside my mind
Even as I float somewhere after the demise of time
My death, rather than my life, flash before me on a loop
The proof, of how I arrived in this ethereal limbo
I'm transfixed on the screen of my minds eye
As I attempt to rationalize and then deny
But the constant image says it's so
As I cut out my heart as it's pleading no
Saying it's best to keep inside
But I somehow thought I'd be alive...without it
Once released, I fall to knees
Life force fleeing, I start to plead
But the heart has turned cold. It's retreating footsteps like forceful beats
The last sight before purgatory, were of eyes, invaded by tears
Her betrayal etched eyes...
As I die, with no breath left, to say-goodbye...
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