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Beauty & Death

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Poetry

Everything is dead,

Is what Nyarlathotep said.

And you are dead too, so am I

How can I say goodbye?

 

Goodbye to this beauty;

To this perfect face.

No disintegration,

Let my beauty stay!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts about death.

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Anubis The Forecast

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Poetry

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind close-by.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

 

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis;

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

 

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

 

A day thereafter,

In normal life;

I drowned into the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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Overwritten Despondency

every breath I take is another mistake, each exhalation, lingering in this lonely space..
i'd love to just break down & cry.. but puff, pass, i'll let out another deep sigh.. 
the taste of your skin is like... pale sin.
& your smile as dead as the love that's spiraling downward into the drains of past content..
it filters out all the shit.
your eyes feel like daggers, when they're on me..
maybe that's why you can't truly see.. why do you even bother to criticize me.. why hasn't God set me free..?
 
like a fish, starving.. going in circles, de-sha-vu, I don't remember you..
but my intuition tells me otherwise.
an insect, hearing it's last words...
crushed, beneath the foot of mankind.. what sort of man is really all that kind..?
a bird, rattled in a cage.. shaken up.. absorbing rage..
being fed the scum that's left, to hold you sustained..
 
it's like not being able to turn to the next page..
& everyone keeps writing over the page i'm on, & telling me to read it once again.. & again.
until it's all scribbles, on top of one another.. it makes no sense..
you might as well be spitting on me... this is an overwritten despondency...

Forsaking

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Songs

Been gone too long
Can’t let you in
Won’t let you see all the darkness within
Live in my dreams
So close to me
But now I see how things have to be

 

Deep in my head
My spirit’s dead
I just can’t live past my apathy
My fire’s out
Clouded with doubt
Now I see how things will have to be

Forsaken

Here’s a new life I’m making
So tired of bleeding and crying
Soon you’ll be there dying not me
Now I am driven
I’m finally living
Please take my soul
Lord, please take control of me

Forsaking
Forsaking

 

The light once mine
So long has been dying
Under the demon I once called Myself
It’s time to stand
Come take my hand
Won’t have to leave this for someone else

Forsaken

Here’s a new life I’m making
So tired of bleeding and crying
Soon you’ll be there dying not me
Now I am driven
I’m finally living
Please take my soul
Lord, please take control of me

 

I choose life
I choose love
I choose God
Above all else

Forsaken

Here’s a new life I’m making
So tired of bleeding and crying
Soon you’ll be there dying not me
Now I am driven
I’m finally living
Please take my soul
Lord, please take control of me

Forsaking
Forsaking

Selective Suicide

A Gun or a Rope
Some Pills or to Choke

I'll Cut Deep With a Knife
Until I Bleed Out and Die

Overdose will be considered at most.

Pills and Alcohol
May solve it all

I Want to choke,
But I need a rope

Just put a fucking gun to my head,
Let's end it, that's what I said.

A Beautiful ending
To my life Descending.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is an ugly little poem about suicide. I wrote it in the mind of someone suicidal. I am not not suicidal. I just like writhing deathly little ugly poems like this.

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Dead bees can fly

Oh why, oh why
Temptation led you astray
And caused your sad, sad death today
Drowned, why could the sweetness not be dry?

Saved, but too late
My soul cries as it waves goodbye
Left in the sun to dry
You, who have met with fate,

Seconds, minutes, hours go by
But all in vain
As there is nothing left to gain
Your life has gone and I cry

Oh why, oh why
Did temptation lead you astray?

My eyes gaze down at your lifeless body
But Wait! You are gone
Has your body turned into honey?
What have you done?

You’re alive, you’re alive!
There you are, fluttering away
And all I did was pray

Written by Dlr

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Death

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Light and Dark

Light turns shadow
Shadow grows darker
Brightness has left from my eyes

Light has left me
Darkness calls me
As I sink into these lies

The world has called me
And I will answer
As I fall into this void

Sleep now takes me
Life has left me
Now I lie dead and cold.

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The Eagle

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Camino

Out on the rays of a misty morning sun, his hardened gaze vanished into the the horizon;
fading into the void of a dark new day, like the eagle finding freedom from horrors of death and the grasp of the hungry worm. On his brown, weathered face, the agony of many deaths
left their scars, as each deep line coursed through his skin like a trench carrying many sorrows to their grave. Whatever memories remained, remained locked somewhere inside his mind, somewhere safe from the savage death that took his world; that ripped it from his arms. Now in this strange new land, he would walk alone, as three fresh graves at his feet, would he leave behind; only a battered old shovel standing in the moist dirt, would stand watch over them. With a sack over his shoulder, and a shotgun in his arms, he disappeared into the unknown.

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The Infection Within/Tophet

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Camino

Day and night, the fires raged; reaching toward a silent heaven, thrashing in anger against an infected sky as the cold, nameless bodies of the damned were consumed en masse . With each corpse burned in the hungry flame, those few survivors felt one minute safer; one moment protected from the death, they could only hold off; the fate shared with those they destroyed for the second time. No end exists for the thing that stalks the human soul. The second death infects everyone.

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