How much blood must be shed
Before my sleep is endless
Upward for results
Crimson scentless,
My eyelids are gaining weight
Heaven awaiting my arrival
Clouded by naivety
Taken aback by the devil's apprisal,
What is he trying to tell me
Why can't I make out the words
How is life becoming lifeless
And in the sky, there are no birds,
I start to miss their chirping
I long for the little things
Like how I could make her laugh
And she would make my heart sing,
Does she deserve to be my last thought
Before the last drop is to be dripped
Witnessing the final ripple
From my body, my soul is ripped,
I can finally hear his words
Now that the deed is done
With sulfur on his breath, he whispers
"It's a long way down.... my son."
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Author:
Simple-Man87 (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2016 12:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow, what a thought provoking piece which proudly dares to venture into the darkest of places. The story of one's final moments is eloquently told and the pictures painted by the thoughts you write about along the way. I especially love that you tell of the repercussions for the choice made and actions taken - such impact! Will look forward to reading more of your work 🙂 xx
Hello. Thank you so much for your kind words. I have tons more poems. We can only publish one a day on here, but if you're interested, I can email you over some more.
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