Flawed

Flawed beyond imperfection,

To the point of the unknown.

No one's ever been here before,

In the darkness I'm all alone.

I hear the screams of hell,

Coming from above me.

As they slowly fade away,

I sink into the nothingness below me.

I hear a sound unlike any other,

More horrifing then the screams.

As it yells though out the darkness,

I recognize it's me.

The sound is growing louder,

As it envelopes the dark.

I try to close my ears,

But it's still piercing through my heart.

I scream to drown the sound out,

God, please make it stop!

It's starting to get closer,

All I can do is watch.

As it begins to kill me,

In the truth of the unknown.

I'm suffocating from its grasp,

The pain causes me to moan.

I'm yelling through my tears,

But I cannot here my screams.

Cause the voice of the unknown,

Has me on my knees.

It's telling me it's over,

That all is lost and gone.

Then all begins to fade away,

As I die within its arms...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think this is the most depressing poem I've ever written. I was reading it today (I wrote it yesterday) and I'm like, whoa. I didn't expect "that" to come out of "me".  Give me your opinions on it. I'm debating whether to put it up at another poetry site or not.

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Joel's picture

Nice work. did you stay up late when you wrote it?
it's those things you begin to wonder when you can't sleep.


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"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"