Death Once Lived

Death Once Lived

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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I decided to try writing simpler lines. I ended up with a piece devoid of all hope. I think it's a beautiful take on life and death.

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Crippled by the silence of my mind

I walk in the shadow of a haunting world

I am the shadow itself, black hearted

Rip apart the flesh and expose bone

The soul that sits on top my throne

Quick to bite the hand that feeds

Draw the blade and watch them bleed

Destroy the ones who hurt me so

Grasping hands and laughing throats

People that I love to loath

Despair that took the place of hope

Shackled to the collapse that gropes

After all the ways I’ve grown

Within the rotting bodies crows

Eat the pieces of my heart

Make a jigsaw puzzle’s strewn homage

Sacred gnarled muzzle womb of dark

Looming inhuman illuminated arch

I feel nothing in my anarchies’ pulse

Birth the suffering of another spark

Pray the burn will leave its mark

Spay the yearn believe cinnabar

Grey aether to weave the rivers' hearth

I do not grieve for sinners charred

I sow the seed for reapers carved

Silver scythes that reek of God

Sidewalks of chalk that crawl tenebrous

Darkness lulls been double crossed

Shackled pastures I’ve unlocked

Silence vibrant as the lost

The banshees screaming demons marred by loss

Chronicles of Holocaust that man has mocked

Objectified by their own kind

Wearing smiling masks all serpentine

Outcasts who have passed their will has died

Never knowing one divine

Hanging by the alabastrine twine

Of heaven’s gates on hallelujah’s pines

I’m a sadness that never dines

Upon the carcass as they cry

Iron knifes of homicide

On they ride four horsemens bride

The trumpeter's lies high alkaline

Tragedy is a labyrinth of cadavers

Revenge of reddened ebony

Death is your serenity

Find closure in your ending

Life is an empty glass house

Full of angry empty mouths

Cry on all avant-garde

Take your shot and miss your mark

Locked and loaded in your chamber

Mangled in your manger

God is not your saviour

There never was a haven

Nothingness is Salem

The only one to save you

After life's incarceration

I only tell this to say

That all of those who hope and pray

Are only burdened with despair

That no one else will ever care

Split the pain it's what we share

Fight the steel chains, this life we bare

If I were you, I'd choose to be a helpless prisoner

For (good)will no longer lingers here

Only our own vices embark into the silence

Evil is a heartless diamond, a heaven that's uprising

A perfect demise for good men all the others are despising

Quiet souls of riot, choirs holy ivory, expire polymerizing

The darkness has been guiding light into our violence

How else could you finally see

How dark and tortured this God and world can truly be?

The hand of greed, the ones whom bleed?

The greenest scenery is not what it it seems

There is no fallen heart that beats

Innocence is truly bleak

I pity those who are so weak

As the strong dine upon the flesh like a buffet

But even the strong are only puppets

To the true ones in control

Those who have been born primordial

Although their once human hearts unwhole

Are the price of gold that they have sold

And they will never get it back

Because devils do not break their pacts

Inhumane the human act

Sensibly moonlighting the insane the lunar wrath

A crown upon the apathy sits

Before the skeletons come to the pit

The price for what they held within

God gave a world such perfect human sin

And I cannot help but crack a grin

Because I know that good can never win

Even though I'd like to try

But my good friend, I've already died!



© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)


Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

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I never quite believed that the meek would inherit the earth. Now bankers inheriting the earth I do believe.
Good people never get recognised it doesn't sell newspapers. Plus, the Devil's in charge of the FTSE100, and that's real nuclear power. Mind you, I've noticed Mother nature is getting a bit bitchy, and that is a girl with real power.

Posted 4 Years Ago


"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

A read of your poem sent shivers down my spine. It captures death's renunciation of life. It is so full of chills; a very absorbing read. The read validates death's ghastly deportment. And your creativity was so amazing. Very few works belonging to this genre have this effect. Keep up the artistry.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I’m astounded by your writing, it truly is a gripping piece your use of imagery paints very clear pictures and kept me intrigued , I like the
the twist at the end , “Because
I know that good could never win , even though I’d like to try, but my good friend I’ve already died. Such a powerful write. Amazing!


Posted 4 Years Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Years Ago

Thank you, I'm glad that you enjoyed this work. The idea was to write from the perspective of a nihi.. read more
Katrina Mckeown

4 Years Ago

Well this piece certainly was a very entertaining read and I think you
portrayed everything .. read more
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Years Ago

There will be more to come :)

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Added on February 15, 2020
Last Updated on February 16, 2020
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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