A Dark Poem
I was scrolling through my old journal entries in ronniekins77 and I found this old poem I wrote last year when I was really depressed.
Don't read it if suicide stuff freaks you out.
The sun is beginning to set, but to me it is already dark
The leaves, brown and grey and ugly, crinkle beneath my feet
In the back of my mind I register that revenge can be so unbelievingly sweet
I walk eagerly but slowly to the park
Feeling the icy sting of winter's bark
From my pocket I withdraw a knife and sit down on a swing's seat
Press the blade to my skin, wanting to cut away all the lies - all the deceit
Close my eyes, slit my wrists one by one - hear the cry of a lark
A red river flows victoriously down my arm
As I bring the slivered skin to my lips
Lick it up with my razor sharp tongue
The silver weapon - my beloved salvation - falls to the ground, no longer able to help or do me harm
I rock back and forth for minutes, smiling as my heart rips
The sky erupts into color, but I am blind to it - my revenge is paid in full and the air has left my lungs
Don't read it if suicide stuff freaks you out.
The sun is beginning to set, but to me it is already dark
The leaves, brown and grey and ugly, crinkle beneath my feet
In the back of my mind I register that revenge can be so unbelievingly sweet
I walk eagerly but slowly to the park
Feeling the icy sting of winter's bark
From my pocket I withdraw a knife and sit down on a swing's seat
Press the blade to my skin, wanting to cut away all the lies - all the deceit
Close my eyes, slit my wrists one by one - hear the cry of a lark
A red river flows victoriously down my arm
As I bring the slivered skin to my lips
Lick it up with my razor sharp tongue
The silver weapon - my beloved salvation - falls to the ground, no longer able to help or do me harm
I rock back and forth for minutes, smiling as my heart rips
The sky erupts into color, but I am blind to it - my revenge is paid in full and the air has left my lungs