Pale

I wrote this a few days ago when I felt sad about my life. It's about a man who commits suicide due to the "voices" in his head (rather everyone around him). It's reflective of my true emotions.

I wander through the faint gardens of my mind,

Looking for ways to calm my qualm.

I seize the knife within the oozed landscapes of my palm.

Blood! How I embrace thee with coveted prismatic passions.

The once known radiant spectrum has now become aphotic

Now bears the labyrinth within thy tarnished terrain.

This field for feelings is now obfuscated with thy pale gaze.

I ponder for the infertile rationale

As I jaunt towards the finale of this iridescent inertia.

All I see is a scarlet seam

At the chambers of my wrist,

Deflated with a spinal thrust of the dagger.

With elegance I hail thy fated purge,

Where Eden comes to perform my effulgent evasion.

My era within this confined corpse has bowed

And I hatch from the depths of my pearl.

I travel towards the clasping spectrum,

Where we once commemorate shattered skeletons

Will now radiate within this efflorescent endeavor.

Angelic Anthems once antiquated

Emerge everlastingly to revive our anima.

Reviews

[Dannyisawriter]

You used a lot of big words for me in this....I'm not 100% sure what it's talking about but I think I've got the idea.