The sharpest guillotine

The sharpest guillotine

A Poem by We are young.

Bleed inside, but never out

You ask me what the pain’s about

The world is cruel, cold and mean

And I offer my neck to the guillotine,

Just to feel the final slice

Hurts like rejection, which feels so nice

Glitters like diamonds, this razorblade shine

I realize this pool of blood is mine

That drips like honey slow molasses

Show the hurt through magnified glasses.

Crouching low, it’s pale and dead

Its raises up a grinning head

Like a skull, with tombstone teeth,

I wrap him in a shroud-like sheet

To mask the eyes that see within

I offer up the best to him.

He sews me up with midnight thread

And chains me to the lifeless dead

So we may speak of hell and earth

An idea that bound me right at birth-

So many souls were doomed to die

The moment they uttered their first cry

And I was just another stone

To write the words that proclaim ‘alone’,

To withhold the right to come back home.

So many souls will fall to bones

And crawl back into rising dust

These razorblades will one day rust

So use them while your fingers grasp

This despair in their cold clasp

For a little longer, this pain will linger

Slice a wrist, a thigh, a finger

Only to see the swelling blood

One cut, ten cuts, it’s never enough

To express the misery you feel so deep

It bleeds afresh when you’re asleep.

Scattered like the fallen leaves

Your conscience begs you, “pretty please-

Save me from this endless day

That lays me open in every way”.

I crawl the path of the walking dead,

I see the roaring flames ahead

That devours those that lived in vain

It smells regret like perfumed pain.

The reaper and I are one in the same

We roll the dice and play the game

Kings and queens, we fall in line;

A deal we never meant to sign

To bind us to the melting moon

We left the sacred earth too soon.

We never meant to hurt or care

This burden is too much to bear,

And we are just the lonely souls

That lay down in their graveyard holes.

You think you’re walking on the dead?

You are wrong. They’re overhead

Watching as we waste our days

While the thread of lie slowly frays

Until mere slivers hold us here-

It’s the encompassing doom I mostly fear

Rather than the eyes of those

Who fall before the pendulum slows

Upon the neck of the tortured soul

Who found it was his only goal

To be the body in the county square

Careless, headless, a man so rare.

We are many, but we are few

Compared to those who look like you

And talk like you and dream like you

And echo all the things you do.

The guillotines scream for a living thing,

And the church bells here will always ring

To take in count this mounting death.

The few. The proud. We’re all that’s left

Still here to wander the empty streets

That rise to replace the numbing beats

That silence out your monotone

Which whispers “You are all alone”.

So bring the shining blades to me

And blind my eyes so I can see.

I sacrifice my beating heart

Only to tear the world apart

And fill the void with crimson red.

The few. The proud. The living dead.

© 2009 We are young.


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OMFingGOD! I absolutely 100% love love love love love this poem. It is the best thing my eyes have ever read on here. People need to read this. Like. Seriously. No reviews? You've got to be kidding me! I can't believe I'm the only one who sees the brilliance in this peice. It's absolutely wonderful. I love it. A lot. Its my favorite by far! I will read it over and over again. The words just flow. Nice and smooth. Like butter. lol. Fabulous darling. Wondrous.

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It's truely is an excellent poem! I love it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Such powerful, dark imagery moving through the chorus of the mind. You create as it were a world infused with fear and pain, bound by midnight's rule. Amazing depth with such vivid pictures!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Oh, my God!!! That's awesome. I love the way the rhyme is completely natural and flowing. It's amazing that you could keep that going. Amazing message as well. It's so relatable. AMAZING WRITE!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!
Epic-ly awesome!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Posted 15 Years Ago


this is super good. i have to agree with ducky. best thing I've read on here!! more people should read it. it's f*****g awesome! the words do flow and you just have to read it over and over and over because it's just that good! you should liike, get it published. lol. wow. that was amazing. i'm gonna go read it again now!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I read this once... then i read it again, out loud to myself. It's simply amazing, one of my favorite ieof poetry on here by far. I agree with ducky, the words just flow so smoothly, and magnificently. I aplaud you and this marvel of poetic work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


OMFingGOD! I absolutely 100% love love love love love this poem. It is the best thing my eyes have ever read on here. People need to read this. Like. Seriously. No reviews? You've got to be kidding me! I can't believe I'm the only one who sees the brilliance in this peice. It's absolutely wonderful. I love it. A lot. Its my favorite by far! I will read it over and over again. The words just flow. Nice and smooth. Like butter. lol. Fabulous darling. Wondrous.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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