Yet another of my morose poems that poured out onto paper.


Nothing At All

Let me hang by my neck and watch me suffer.
Death isn't long in coming when it's now or never.
Cut the strings that pull me apart,
and shear the strings tied around my heart.

Watch it breathe, watch it bleed,
down and underneath is where it leads.
Watch it breed, watch it be de-
-mons clawing at me,
calling me-to be...

I waste away, night and day,
no need to pray to invocate.
I call on high to let me die,
and fade away and never lie.

I spoke the truth to each of you,
but no one knew just what to do,
so I say again all where I've been,
but no one hears my empty pen.

This empty life needs so much more,
these empty hands can do much more,
but the beating of my heart is a chore
and would be still yet there's a score...to settle.

I took a look at what I saw
and did I see nothing at all,
but the plastered ceiling,
closed windows and wall,
that became my own
personal vault.

Under lock and key is my mockery
of everything I thought to be.
As I clock and keep
and pocket things
I sought to bring
but it's shocking-
-ly nowhere to be found,
up high or in the ground,
it's gone and lost
I've looked all around
or has it been that it was never mine
because a thought, I think
cannot be defined.

Watch it breathe, watch it bleed,
watch it breed, watch it be de-
-mons watching over me, walking over me.
Am I already dead or just ready for death,
Am I breathing my last or just gasping for breath,
O' let this be my one last breath,
and let me pass this, my last test.



Poetry by Bonehead83
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Written on 2021-03-16 at 15:39

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