the world always tilts
when I need it to be level,
why would you want it once
when I was blessed with several?
I get on my knees almost every night
and pray that I'll wake up
feeling alive,
but I'm just more and more decayed.
and who likes a corpse?
if you're into necromance,
then I'm right in your court.
I can't look in the mirror,
I'm afraid that it will crack
and seven more years of this bullshit
seems such a stab in the back.
I could never face you,
you're everything I lack.
every single gesture,
and God, I've lost track.
how does a girl fall away
like leaves from a tree?
she rots into nothing
she's dust as dust as dust
she's finally free!
I'm done hailing Mary
'cause she was never a saint,
I was promised redemption
but even that part was fake.
now my moans are all I hear
and I hope he hears them too,
but what good is faith
when your own God hates you?
I wonder why...
I need to cry...
please let me die.
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- Comment from author about the poem: about a certain mood I've been in as of late where I wake up feeling hollow, like I've already died, and partially my thoughts on Catholicism. Also "necromance" spelt that way on purpose
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
A dark poem of loss of identity and an existential crisis. Nicely written very descriptive and quite raw. Well done
thank you
My pleasure
Always find it amazing that one day you wake up great, nothing changes, but the next day it's like the world has slapped you down.
I suppose it's life, telling you not to take it for granted.
my thoughts exactly
Reading this felt like standing in a room with the lights offโฆI know that gravity, and your words hold it with fierce clarity. You turned private ruin into something brave and visible, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ Well done on this.
thank you
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