To Die

An angry, sad poem about death and the absence of fairness between life and death

Death

 

I can feel it on your breath, hear it in the way your feet step

Now I’m left standing stranded without you, the solace of empty views and empty words

The things I wish I heard, emerging, burning in my mind your face, laced with loathing hate that cannot be sated

Why were you fated to be eradicated just for being the lady that you were?

Like the words, I never said, fed the events that occurred, murdered by the herd, the mob of onslaught and scars

You tried running away, seems you’ve gone too far, dealing with a hard hand of cards to carry, and became a body to bury

Married to the pain, the loneliness, I think you did the best you could

Should I be angry that you're gone? Does this mean I should get scary?

More emotions spawned in this pond of blood and burned out loves, fish that aren’t you, and the corpses turned to mud

Studded metal in my mind will level anyone I find guilty, frailty leaving me in the stalemate, a date with destiny, but I don’t need a mate

Too late to save you, not too late to place my feelings on a plate and serve the food, the diet that made me in this riot, this hellfire

Back to the high ups that need to be retired, a mild invitation to stop your fascination with masturbation over another passing, but knowing you, you’re probably laughing over the lashing, and I’m tired of it

Wired to cuss at the liars until the choir sees at their grave the rusted chains that binded our hearts

I’m just about to start slaying the grey men praying for a simple-minded blade flailing, maiming anyone that they don’t have in a picture frame

The ones that called me insane, gave me the blame and stole your name

I’m game to bring down this train, engrained in the lanes of the world are the memories dismembered remember that the world comes in many colours

Don’t just see things your own way, look through the eyes of the ones you say deserve to die and realize that despising takes a reason, and killing is treason

Human lives are not malleable as clay, we don’t need a reason to impress you, I wasn’t left here to do what’s only best for you every day

And if we weren’t blessed like you to be as beautiful as the month of June

Don’t forget that April showers bring May flowers, and slaughtering innocents just makes you a self-empowered coward

A waste of hours, murder doesn’t have a sense of valour

I won’t allow our sour taste to give you meaning to erase the scenery bleeding me dry, f**k goodbyes try to get rid of me, call me an insidious hideous being, but remember that actions speak stronger than words, and I haven’t heard a shred of humanity in the profanity of your dead hate bred heart

Remember, just because you don’t like us alive, and need lies to get us crucified, tied to the side of your revolution doesn’t mean we actually deserve to die, a new solution must be realized

How do you think they felt to die, no help when they cried, while you ride on by, how come you decide on homicide?

And could you have taken it if it were your life was denied?

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[NEHA]

you put a breathe in every poem of yours, all your poems are overloaded with expressive emotions and you are actually an intensively deep writer....i must say!
#claps

[wordman]

very emotional write jack,i can feel your pain

[sette]

the twist on the last line says it all, it had described the emotional state of pain and misery. The contemplation of death and dying makes the poem worth reading for.

[Shattered Rose]

I just love your writing. Everything of yours that I've seen I can't get enough of. Keep doing what you do.