Suicide’s Last Thoughts

Here I am standing
time stopping
I lift my hands
Blood dripping
I look down
blood running down to my feet
Here I am standing
thinking why
I pulled the razer from my wrists
I fall to the ground
and think
I’m such an idiot
Here I am lying
feeling life
leave me
here I am
Dieing...

-cia-

The Cursed One

you kill mercylessly
creatures that dont do you any harm
you rase your sword
and slam it down
droping the blade
down apone the Wyvern*
you feel weak
and you fall to the ground
the day turns black
you awake to pain
you skramble to your feet
your memories faded
you stumble to a nearby loch*
and you stare horrifid
at your sight
youv become a monster
the very creature you hate
and slaughter
you relize theres no backway
you will be feared and hated
and you will die
alone....

-cia-

Emotional Sin

everyday i think of you
everyday i call to you
everyday you're running though my head
i keep tring to say it
but my weakness within me
keeps me ahult
can i say it anyother way
i wanna be with you
till the end of time
its my sin
for not saying
i love you...


-cia-

"Emotional Sin" ... Nice!

well written....i enjoyed reading them....i do poetry as well thought i mite share..peace

I stress so i take a hit of my cigarette
let the cancer flow down my throat and steal my breath
Sucking on the nipple of death
As my breath slows I grab my beating chest
trying to breath in what airs left
but its not nicotine that will put my soul to rest
Its the woman who i use to put my head on her breast
The one who i use to hold close to my chest
The one who got-up and get-gone and left
My sweater seeps the stench of sweat and cigarettes
i got those memories made into a vest
to keep out shrapnel of regrets
My wrists don't bleed no more
God aint keeping score on how many times I've danced with death at her front door
Its being stuck at a dead-end job
Doing transactions roboticaly; "Hi'get'em, got'em getting them out and nod
Come home have a few beers and sob at the slob that stares back
who keeps trying to prove himself to god
Its being stuck in a clock-work of non-paying jobs
Actually you pay for the screw that life hammers in
Through sweat and soul
Poetry is what keeps my ticking "click-clock" from going cold
But as time passes knowledge thickens and your heart withers old
Till your all alone on the hills searching for karats of gold
finding nothing but empty bottle caps; now you ask your self "why is that?"
I whistle into a empty whiskey bottle and as the tune whistle back
my memories come wrestling out flat
Even my good memories try to escape me making my eye teary and my nose runny
Its about the good, the bad and the beautiful being watched by the ugly
still got that inner-child who tells me about life and how its so lovely
While struggling to comprehend why my drink runs from me; being only half empty
When there's laughter; it dont matter but know it will never start or end any chapter these scares have written
Passed out on the floor listening to bottle whispering your name as it falls
to its grave
Thanking it for the clarity it gave

Nice work guys!

Great emotion!

feel free to i dont mind

Hi Cia, I really like this one. I can really feel the emotion. As I was reading it, I thought "This one should be put to music." I think it would be a hit.

Have a nice day.

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