Death

I wrote this poem during a debate in class a while ago. The pain that I talk about doesn't necessarily have to be physical pain, it could very well be emotional. Such as regret, grief, sorrow, etc.

Most people want to die peacefully.

Their last dying breath surrounding the soul in pure bliss and ecstasy.

To slowly slip away into a deep, painless, slumber.

Not me.

I want pain.

I want to feel a deep etching pain that causes my soul to scar and shatter.

As I draw my last breath, I want to feel a deep, burning, agonizing sensation as proof that I lived.

I don't want to die a peaceful hero, I wish to die a pained savior.

Carving my marks deep, scarring the pages of history, destroying the bounds by which I am held back.

Then I will fall deep.

Into the depths of eternal emptiness.

Author's Note

Please review. I would love to hear your personal interpretations. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Tomoe Tellez]

You got my feelings right there. You're right, why die in your sleep if won't even know the difference, we sleep everyday, but we can't always feel pain to its extreme. This is speaking like a true warrior.

[FrenchyChan]

Thank you for your review! I'm glad you agree