The Living Dead

She gets high on suicide

Cos that’s the aphrodisiac 

Running through her veins

At some point soon

She’ll hear that tune

Pushing her nearer

To her doom

The note is already in her head

Recited from the living dead

Goodbye world

It’s time to go

I never had a chance

But don’t feel sorry for little me

Cos this is the day I finally see

Maybe next time you never know

But for now it’s time to go

Finally, falling fast asleep

Exactly like they said

The note now lying beside her head

The final extract it simply read

Recited from the living dead.

Reviews

[Rania M]

The way you wrote it is so spot on. Death comes naturally to some. It’s their blessed release after they’re done torturing and being tortured.
Some people are just wired to die sooner or later and there’s naught you can do about it. Spot on. They were always dead though once living. They die everyday. The living dead. Zombies.

[Paul Bell]

Spot on, no advice gets through to some no matter how you try, so they go for the next world hoping for the best.

[Rania M]

Fatal attraction I suppose

[barleygirl]

Strangely, this doesn't feel like a dark read to me. It feels like a snarky spoof of those pathetic souls who engage in the sensationalism of suicide threats mostly for attention . . . & I differentiate the ones genuinely suicidal & who off themselves without anyone close realizing how dire. In your poem, it feels like this person cried "wolf" & wasn't getting the desired attention, so he/she slowly descended into more & more dire acting-out until actual suicide was the only ploy remaining. I wonder if it's ME or YOUR WORDS being cynical here . . . the way you write this kind of ditty makes it hard for me to read it in a deep & caring way . . . instead I feel a bit of scorn & distance when I read something like this!??! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

There is a lot who play at suicide, attention seekers who annoy hospital staff. The real hard core just do it, and for some reason they're the ones you never think would do it.

[Pradnya]

Paul Bell,
though the subject is dark, but loved they way u have written it, i guess everybody goes through these emotion, in their lowest phase of life, some may commit or may not commit suicide, i guess those are the living dead (s).
we kill our good self for some dominant emotions in some phase of our life .
thanks for sharing

[Paul Bell]

I sometimes think we battle against ourselves, and that never ever leaves a winner.

[Pradnya]

yeah , thts absolutely right Paul, i agree with you totally.

[gram linski]

your rhyme gives this sad poem a kind of sing song feel, which makes it more jarring as the tale unfolds, great poem, Paul,

[Paul Bell]

Sad subject that just never goes away.

[R.E. Ray]

Paul, this poem reminded me of Sylvia Plath’s writing and Virginia Woolf, too. It seems some are in love with the thought of suicide. I’ve been told by therapists (I’ve had three friends commit suicide) that it’s a pain nobody knows until they experience it. It seems an obsession for some, either in writing or practice. I think you’ve captured the essence of suicide in this poem. It’s permanent solution to a temporary problem, the still living say. But, what would the dead say?

[Paul Bell]

A topic that's never off the news. Yet every time we hear of someone who has committed suicide, we can't get why cos they never seem the type.

[Coyote Poetry]

Suicide isn't so easy. You must reach a dead-end. I stood near the dead-end often. Powerful words and thoughts shared Paul.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

Definitely, suicide is rock bottom with no way back.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. I lost two brother many years ago to suicide. We didn't know. They wanted death over life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

suicides wait...they are patient...gradually consuming every thought, until it is time.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Sadly true, amazes me they show you how to do it.