Sala Samobójców

A poem based off of the award-winning Polish film, @Sala Samobójców (@Suicide Room).

It really makes you think

Watching your blood flow down the sink

     Falling

Convulsing as I cry

No one had bothered to ask "why?"

They didn't mind when I kept my mind shut up.

But now my entire body is locked up

Before I spoke only lies

now silently I laugh at their desperate cries

They beg me to come out

They beg me to speak

But they will only hear me shriek

They have not taken any drastic measures

  and I've been in here for far too long

can they hear the reapers song?

I know they do not care,

so I have a secret to share,

The Reaper and I,

we plan to die.

We spend each moment in darkness

every minute of every day

We have realised this is to be the only way.

I'll meet her there.

In our suicide lair. 

We'll down pills and alchohol and fall asleep. 

 

 

It's three hours past,

Somehow I knew the pack wouldn't last,

my reaper has fled

and soon I will be dead.

I weep as they flood my system

I know that something is not right

I soon begin my agonizing fight

they will not come out

ignoring my horrified shouts

  I'm too full of fear

not enough courage when the onlookers snear

Where is my love who has helped me heal?

What have I done, and is it real?

I'm nothing more than a ripple in the ocean.

I took my life to save another.

Sala Samobójców

@The Suicide Room is where I cancel all hate.

@The Suicide Room is where I cleared my slate.

 

 

 

@The Suicide Room is where I sealed my Fate.