Unusual it is.
Yoda grammar! Whoooopppeeee!
There, my moment of insanity has ended.
Anyway, I usually write page-or-so-long poetry, but this one is suicidal AND three whole pages on Open Office.
So HA!
Genre: Suicide, non-conformity
Warnings: Er, death, darkness, general angsty-ness. Teh nothingness.
Rating: Slightly worse than PG-13.
Cut:
(What'd you expect the cut to look like, dodo?)
The Blood...the laughter...the light hearts...
It's all within a blur,
All the same to me,
I can no longer see,
Red engulfing my vision.
The knife, across the vein,
My life,
My own blood,
For me to spill alone in darkness.
Shadows everywhere,
This world disgusts me,
It is time to leave,
Before I, too,
Become someone who is not me.
Before I, alone,
Become some freak,
Mutated by destiny,
Another monster the public wants,
Another slut,
Another whore,
Another war-mongering freak.
My fingers travel along my hands,
To my wrists, the feel of blood...
Pleasing in a sense.
But I am discovered,
Before my pulse is gone,
I feel bandages,
Hands lifting me onto a stretcher,
Sirens that refuse to fade into the distance.
I don't think it's been that long,
They're staring at me,
You can tell their worried.
But my state is far worse I think,
This thing they want me to be.
Is it the pollution?
Is it the war that destroys us?
What is it?
But I refuse to let it take me,
I would die first.
The media found out,
Probably all over the news,
And now reporters asking stupid questions.
“Why?” They ask,
Yet to me the answer seems so obvious.
So obvious indeed,
Let the blood speak for itself,
The words I wrote with it,
My own blood.
Shadows of the past surround me,
My heart glows like a lantern,
As monsters close in around me,
Wondering what I am.
It is horrible, trapped this way I am,
Being myself with all around,
I could never live it down.
One more day like this,
All I want to do is fade away.
That is all I ask, you let me go,
Before they come to transform me,
Into another stereotype.
Nothing is my reward.
Pure, bittersweet nothing.
I cling to the emptiness,
I long for it.
Together we walk forth,
Praying in the dark,
My eyes widening in shock,
As all of it fades away...
But this cannot be!
How dare they,
Such a tantalizing piece,
Of what I want to see!
Yet they will not let me stay,
I know it in my heart at once,
This is not forever,
Nor is it even for long...
It disgusts me,
More than anything before.
And I look at my wrists, still sore.
But the nothing ends in a cliff,
With stone so far below 'tis out of sight,
I jump into the night,
Finally nothing may take me.
But I am back in my world.
I laugh...
They stare at me for a minute,
A second,
Before I take the plunge,
Into the icy lake Ontario.
My shadow may not remain,
Blood...the whispers of silence...death...
All blurred together,
All the same to me.
There, my moment of insanity has ended.
Anyway, I usually write page-or-so-long poetry, but this one is suicidal AND three whole pages on Open Office.
So HA!
Genre: Suicide, non-conformity
Warnings: Er, death, darkness, general angsty-ness. Teh nothingness.
Rating: Slightly worse than PG-13.
Cut:
(What'd you expect the cut to look like, dodo?)
The Blood...the laughter...the light hearts...
It's all within a blur,
All the same to me,
I can no longer see,
Red engulfing my vision.
The knife, across the vein,
My life,
My own blood,
For me to spill alone in darkness.
Shadows everywhere,
This world disgusts me,
It is time to leave,
Before I, too,
Become someone who is not me.
Before I, alone,
Become some freak,
Mutated by destiny,
Another monster the public wants,
Another slut,
Another whore,
Another war-mongering freak.
My fingers travel along my hands,
To my wrists, the feel of blood...
Pleasing in a sense.
But I am discovered,
Before my pulse is gone,
I feel bandages,
Hands lifting me onto a stretcher,
Sirens that refuse to fade into the distance.
I don't think it's been that long,
They're staring at me,
You can tell their worried.
But my state is far worse I think,
This thing they want me to be.
Is it the pollution?
Is it the war that destroys us?
What is it?
But I refuse to let it take me,
I would die first.
The media found out,
Probably all over the news,
And now reporters asking stupid questions.
“Why?” They ask,
Yet to me the answer seems so obvious.
So obvious indeed,
Let the blood speak for itself,
The words I wrote with it,
My own blood.
Shadows of the past surround me,
My heart glows like a lantern,
As monsters close in around me,
Wondering what I am.
It is horrible, trapped this way I am,
Being myself with all around,
I could never live it down.
One more day like this,
All I want to do is fade away.
That is all I ask, you let me go,
Before they come to transform me,
Into another stereotype.
Nothing is my reward.
Pure, bittersweet nothing.
I cling to the emptiness,
I long for it.
Together we walk forth,
Praying in the dark,
My eyes widening in shock,
As all of it fades away...
But this cannot be!
How dare they,
Such a tantalizing piece,
Of what I want to see!
Yet they will not let me stay,
I know it in my heart at once,
This is not forever,
Nor is it even for long...
It disgusts me,
More than anything before.
And I look at my wrists, still sore.
But the nothing ends in a cliff,
With stone so far below 'tis out of sight,
I jump into the night,
Finally nothing may take me.
But I am back in my world.
I laugh...
They stare at me for a minute,
A second,
Before I take the plunge,
Into the icy lake Ontario.
My shadow may not remain,
Blood...the whispers of silence...death...
All blurred together,
All the same to me.