Coming to an End

I was admiring a lot of Hans Bellmer dolls and staying at the hospital with my grandfather at the time I wrote this.

Broken; dead or alive

Alone, thoughtless... am I going to die?

Wondering can I go home?

Am I abandoned? Without a soul

Smells unexplainable, the tension...

it's building. Rotting from the inside out

The emotion, it's yielding

Adrenaline rush, a scream

this is all but a scheme

A scream for help? Hopeless scheme of a childish game

Tattered and worn out

I try to whisper instead it's a shout

Thoughtless and scared, beware! Beware!

Starving for an answer... only seeking the truth

Knowing it won't come... what good is trust?

Homeless, feeling of despair it's a sentimental state

You want to escape, out of this place

Escape your own thoughts, your own mind

Not knowing this endless feeling

time... all out of time... falling

a downward spiral out of this life

Into an emotion of spite

Hateful, loathing and soaking in your own filth

It's a sense of being alive...

it's a feeling of truly being human

Release me from this state or deprivation and detainment

Excuse me while I try to arrange it... the body

Once together is now a Humpty-Dumpty of sorts

A kind of genuine diamond in the rough

An inspiration of art? A possible celebration for a start?

Farewell and goodbye to this vacant empty shell

Of a thing you once called a life.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

I feel the person with these words on the lips, might have been walking with a shot gun, bottle of jim bean, and MotorHead playing in the back ground.

[Ariel Olivia]

Thank you for the wonderful comment!