Darkness grows inside of me it's purpose still unknown, I thought my heart would hold it back but now I see it's grown
My friends are driven away from me by hateful unkind words, my cries for help and Nightmare screams forever go unheard
My brain is filled with Terror the things it wants to do, the sharpened blade my bloodied hands as I look down on you
A fever it takes over as my mind begins to swim, I feel like I could murder on much less than a whim
A bloodlust you could call it but I'd have to say you're wrong, it's an urge that's laid inside of me just now it's growing strong
The people who walked passed me each would fill my need, I hate their smiling faces I want them all to bleed
My heart's now filled with Darkness the final battles lost, the death of so many others that will be the cost
A mother and her child or an old man and his wife, the darkness it has beaten me it demands I take a life
My blades have all been sharpened it's now time to decide, be it Defiance or compassion I committed suicide
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Mugsdaddy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A friend asked me if God would ever forgive suicide this is the only answer I could find if you took your life to save another would that be suicide an act of compassion
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Mugsdaddy, you not only wrote an incredible poem, you also asked an incredible question. Killing oneself in order not to kill somebody else seems like an act of compassion at first. But now I am not so certain. No definite answer yet, am still thinking.
You just made my day
Mugs
This is a great right with an unanswerable question.
Suicide is such a painful act for others, my wife's best friend committed suicide before I knew her, we have been married for 36 years, and still it upsets her.
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