Guts

Guts

A Poem by Ophielia Nyx

There are peacful ways to meet the Reaper

To fall to sleep and never wake

Lethal needles you arm to take

Not too many painless ways, to make death your keeper

 

There however a very wide measure

Of ways to die in pain

You could for one, pleasure

Your friend's ball and chain

And get a knife in the back twice

and once in the face

for good measure

 

Or like many gluttons

With busting buttons

Your heart, could betray your life

 

Lighting could strike,

Crash your car

Too many drinks at the bar

Will stretch you liver too far

These and many more, are quite harsh ways to die

 

As you can see usually in much pain you'll be

And all you shall endure alone

For its easy to see

Humanity has a heart of stone

 

Look how they judge our beloved "suicides"

The geniuses of them all

They call them insane

Demented, and damned, to the Flaming Halls

 

But there are a few

That can see thier actions are true

For it is hard to live in this place

 

A willful magic surrounds,

one that finds the answer

It is a choice to live a life

And either way in death

You live forever

 

They know theres a way 

Is it worth prolonging the end?

Everyone dies sometime

On this planet of sorrow

 

You are just angry

because you couldn't do it

Slice and see the crimson flow

 

Can't take those extra twenty tabs

Leap in front of a fast moving cab

In our opinion your all quite sad

No courage do you posess 

 

So do not mock or mourn them

They are strong

They took the sweet option

 

It was never your decision to make

So why do you damn them?

Or worse try to save them?

© 2010 Ophielia Nyx


Author's Note

Ophielia Nyx
I in no way encourage death so if your suicidal just know this poem is purly ficticous. Please dont do it.

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i really love this. there are some great points of controversy made here and are very persuasive to someone who may have lived through the like. i Honestly was reading this with Jack the Pumpkin King's voice and music from the movie in the background of my brain. the reason was not to belittle the piece in any way but that it read intelligently and sophisticated enough to pose questions and allow the mind to ponder possible answers. i too would caution writing too much about death and suicide as it a powerful force. we all have to get out Our feelings .. tell us more about what'sinside Ms. Nyx :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Damn, I've been doing it wrong. I always thought it was twice in the face, once in the back....

Anyway, maybe it's because I'm morbid, or that I'm a terrible person, but I really enjoyed this. You do much better when you abandon a rhyme scheme and let rhythm take its course, and though you're still plagued by spelling errors, this one was quite...extensive in its look at death. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I'd say it was good but, I don't want to encourage you about death poems.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Interesting thoughts on death, I guess at some point people come to terms with it and accept it. It does take some great strength to face death. When I read this again I think maybe this is about suicide since that is a decision to accept death. Good write my friend.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on December 30, 2009
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Ophielia Nyx
Ophielia Nyx

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I am 16 years old. I love to read and write. I love music to but it tends to get me down as it's something im terrible at. I can't keep in rythme to save my life. When i think of more to add I will..... more..

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