The Brink of SuicideI teeter on the edge.The Brink of Suicide7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I spin destiny?
Tip into precarious fate?
See what no other can see?
An eerie silence surrounds me;
A suffocating mist of pain.
Must I stay in this horrible world?
In life, there's nothing to gain.
Want to?guilty, empty, and fallenWant to?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the feeling that I get when you talk of me.
usless, week, on the verge of death
These are what I feel when you don't talk.
Ever feel like you can't win?
Like no matter how you push your pawn,
you'll still loose everything.
Feel like kicking the buket?
Just take that sweet little blade
And slide it across your life line.
And yet you realize it will only make things worse than they are...
Wish to bathe in water of non existance?
Stand back on the side lines and watch the parade that is caused
all because you were never born?
Beg to just scream?
Thirty seconds till the school bell rings
And disturb that suspenceful silence
to know you still can be heard
Love to beat up those who have done it.
As they cross the line
you leave your mark on their spotless features.
So many emotions, so many lusts....
Broken BattlefieldSweeping across the bloodied battlefield,Broken Battlefield7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take notice of the numerous deaths,
Evidence of the horrors of the past,
And unforgiving oracles of the deadly future.
This is a symptom of arriving hell.
Broken bodies of innocent people lay dead,
Brutally killed by the followers of my father,
For he is the King and he ordered a massacre,
But I glance at these corpse's and my soul dies.
This is a warning of immediate despair.
I try to force myself to not concentrate on the murder,
But to concentrate on the wealth that we've gained,
But money and sadistic pleasure do not seem fair trade,
For the worthwhile lives of beautiful individuals.
This is the leftovers of a broken battlefield.