Foul Murder 5: Final Goodbye

Thinking this might be the final one...Not sure...Help me decide?

I know I'm falling,
quickly, quickly dripping dripping...
Leaking, lacking, losing...

All the sins that I've committed,
bodies piled up at my front door.
I can tell that Hell is welcoming,
calling; the home is quite enticing.

The failure getting worse,
the failing is failing;
life is completely scarce.
I'm leaving the world with many scars;
scathing, burning, burning, crashing, dying.

The skulls and feet- buried beneath one another,
like the ashes of the Holocaust.
The witnesses rare as daylight in a cave.

The flamed gates are creaking open,
rust catching in the forever red lust of evil.
The death of my deathly deeds awaken me,
chilling me, stating "you will now die,
and recede to deep depths of Hell,
while life above continues without you."
I realize that that my name is society,
and the I am a murderer readying for its
last, awaiting, final goodbye.

Author's Note

What do you think? Please tell! I'm pretty curious about this one.

Reviews

[Fréyjä Helv..]

This sounded spontaneous, you were pouring it all out, the emotions, the feeling of anxiety, fear, desperation and hopelessness, a somewhat image of death. I love it and enjoyed it so much.

[Melody]

Thank you, Princess. That is exactly what I aimed for.

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Well you definitely pulled it off. Write more like these. hehe

[Melody]

I'll try. This kind of morbidity is sorting out of my mind now.

[Sam Gregory]

Oh, I forgot to rate, I'll rate now

[Sam Gregory]

This is certainly powerful, you're improving as a writer for sure :) Keep up the good work

[Melody]

Thank you Sam!! :)

[Sam Gregory]

No problem :) I'm gonna be more active on here btw, hip hop sickens me lol. Just wrote a poem about it :)