Emo Poetry - DeathEmo Poetry - DeathEmo Poetry - Death8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cloak of death,
slowly appears in my line of vision.
Its long scythe dripping with blood,
the blood of those who wish to die.
But why has it come to find me?
I, who live in a world of violence and crime.
I, who have the innocence of a child.
somewhere out there in another realm,
I wish to die.
I could not take the disappointments of life any longer.
I contradict myself.
Myself, who lives in this dimension
says that there are things worth living for.
Myself, in a distant location
says that there is more to life than living.
I want to die.
I don't want to die.
I want to...
I don't want to...
I want to...I want to...die.
I lifted my head,
and stared into the eyes of my doom,
who was waiting...
waiting, all this time.
I have just realized it now.
That the answer was so simple.
If I can not find the answer I was seeking for
all these years,
why should I keep living to find out?
There is more to life than just living