Mesmerizing black,
Shining brightly,
Hanging on tightly,
To the edge of life and death.
“Hang on,” I hear you cry.
But I ask why,
What if I want to die,
Can you save me from myself?
Come save me foolish redeemer,
Before I eat dinner
And die from food poisoning,
An ascent to the stars up above.
Slaves and whores, that’s all you are.
Death deceives you,
It comes in looking like a lamb
And steals you away.
It consumes the blood of the living;
It feeds off of us like parasites.
It takes us to unknown origins,
That are located in the middle of
Endless tunnels in the realm of surrealism.
And all of this makes me wonder,
Whether I stand with full vision,
Or whether I’m standing blind.
But I’m not blind,
I’m only left behind,
Behind a cross made with dogwood,
Watching a crucifixion —
Another death.
Shining brightly,
Hanging on tightly,
To the edge of life and death.
“Hang on,” I hear you cry.
But I ask why,
What if I want to die,
Can you save me from myself?
Come save me foolish redeemer,
Before I eat dinner
And die from food poisoning,
An ascent to the stars up above.
Slaves and whores, that’s all you are.
Death deceives you,
It comes in looking like a lamb
And steals you away.
It consumes the blood of the living;
It feeds off of us like parasites.
It takes us to unknown origins,
That are located in the middle of
Endless tunnels in the realm of surrealism.
And all of this makes me wonder,
Whether I stand with full vision,
Or whether I’m standing blind.
But I’m not blind,
I’m only left behind,
Behind a cross made with dogwood,
Watching a crucifixion —
Another death.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Visions of Death” was written when I was just 17 years old, during a time of deep introspection and exploration of life’s complexities. Heavily influenced by the lyrical and philosophical approach of Jim Morrison, this poem reflects my thoughts on mortality, existence, and the human condition. Integral to understanding this piece is the context of my faith journey. At the time of writing, I was wrestling intensely with questions of faith and spirituality. This struggle is explicitly evident in the poem’s conclusion, reflecting a period of doubt and searching that was crucial to my spiritual development. The line “Slaves and whores” draws inspiration from Morrison’s infamous 1969 Miami/Dade Concert rant, capturing the idea that we are all enslaved to the illusions of life and immortality. In many ways, we sell ourselves out, blinded by the belief that we are invincible until death confronts us. As you read this poem, I invite you to reflect on your own relationship with life, death, and faith. Consider the raw intensity of the emotions conveyed and how struggles and doubt can be necessary components of one’s spiritual journey. Thank you for taking the time to engage with my work.
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Comments2
as impressive a write as I have read Tristan.
grabbed me on the opening line
and kept me there throughout.
one to fave for sure.
Thank you so much! I really, really appreciate it!
I wish I would stop eating [poisonous] apple pips. Doh! (heehee).
Note to self: Noooo, Orchi, don't eat the apple AND the pips!
Hahaha! Yes, very good note to make 😜🤣. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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