Dead

With a wounded body, I struggle,
Thrashing, clawing, grabbing,
Shoving nails firmly into the ground,
Clinging to my existence, as I drown,

Gasping for another breath of air,
As suffocation coldly sets in,
While I continue to sink, deeper,
Into the filth, corroding my skin,
 
These flames of mine burn weakly now,
As the last of the fuel is consumed,
My fate is increasingly apparent,
For I shall soon meet my doom,

The darkness that awaits,
Obliteration to all my thoughts,
Devouring my mind from within,
All that I was shall be naught,

This is my greatest and only fear,
The nothingness that awaits,
Beyond my own comprehension,
Yet it has always been my fate,

And there's no escaping it now,
As I claw and my fingers bleed,
Clawing completely in vain,
For soon there shall be no pain,

And the sickle now sticks in my back,
Gutting me slowly, yet carelessly,
Pulling me into the blackened void,
Where souls burn, as they're destroyed,

As my mind is singed to a crisp,
I have nothing more to dread,
Reduced to a pile of charred dust,
I am nothing, I am dead.

Reviews

[Boy of the red]

very nice piece. I loved the imagery and real emotions you put into it. The changes in rhyme pattern kept it going very well. Great write!

[Blackened Soul]

thanks a lot!

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Soul,

Deadly beautiful

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Blackened Soul]

thanks man!

[Matthew Kult]

welcome

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to cry. This piece makes me want to offer you a piece of chocolate, but as I have learned, chocolate does not make everything better:( There is such utter desolation here, such dark deep pain that speaks to me. It truly makes me wish I could do something to help. But it seems there is nothing I can do other than give you words. Even in the dark, there is hope, there is light. A truly and darkly beautiful piece my friend.

[Blackened Soul]

thank you! believe it or not this poem actually has nothing to do with my personal life. i just suddenly got inspired to write about the struggle between life and death, of someone clinging to life desperately in their final moments, with oblivion awaiting. i just like writing a lot of dark, negative and sorrowful pieces. don't know why kuz im not an unhappy person, it just fascinates me i guess lol

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

I understand:) Your really good at it too:) I kinda have a bit of a fascination with struggles as well, though not always the struggles between life and death:) Anyway, great write man!!

[Blackened Soul]

yeah thanks again :)

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

Your welcome:)