This Feeling

The immortal feeling of happiness,
has just abruptly ended for me.
I’ve gone numb, and have become so cold.
Feeling nothing but pain and sorrow,

I am waiting for the day you come back,
but it seems that it will never come.
My heart has been ripped from my chest.
Yet, it still beats, the sound so deafening.

Eternal darkness begins taking over my worthless corpse,
the only thought in my mind is death.
All I dream of is death and the different techniques.
Techniques of which my pathetic life could end.
Slight of hand, overdose, even those long and painful.

As I start to drown in the voices screaming in my head,
the scarlet fluid trails down my hand,
As it drips off my fingertips,
I do not shudder,
For the sound is not sorrowful.
It is soothing my mind, body, and soul.

Feeling never returns,
The only noise?
Just the soft, consistent, splashing of blood
into the steady growing puddle,
seen as my pathetic being.

Reviews

[SM Davis]

The imagery here is impeccable. I do hope this is a character write. However, there is no denying the writing here is very well done.

[Dawn Jones]

How come we are always waiting for them to come back?

I am amazed how you can write this so dispassionately with such good fluid description.