Emotionally Numb

Fri, 03/30/2018 - 12:41 -- Nekro

dsdThe feeling of butterflies A dead body being surrounded by funeral flies A well made bed A bullet in your head Candles all around The king being crowned The usurper and the dethroned Death take us all The spirits look at logic, appalled In the sunlight, all the unpleasantries crawl At night, the misunderstood call The dark, where the shadows protect us The light, where exposure kills us The void of emotion, encompassing all of me For what I would give, to leave an emotional vacancy To be void of emotion, to numbness encompassing me Oh what I would give, to finally be free. 

The feeling of butterflies

 

A dead body being surrounded by funeral flies

 

A well made bed

 

A bullet in your head

 

Candles all around

 

The king being crowned

 

The usurper and the dethroned

 

Death take us all

 

The spirits look at logic, appalled

 

In the sunlight, all the unpleasantries crawl

 

At night, the misunderstood call

 

The dark, where the shadows protect us

 

The light, where exposure kills us

 

The void of emotion, encompassing all of me

 

For what I would give, to leave an emotional vacancy

 

To be void of emotion, to numbness encompassing me

 

Oh what I would give, to finally be free.

 

The feeling of butterflies

 

A dead body being surrounded by funeral flies

 

A well made bed

 

A bullet in your head

 

Candles all around

 

The king being crowned

 

The usurper and the dethroned

 

Death take us all

 

The spirits look at logic, appalled

 

In the sunlight, all the unpleasantries crawl

 

At night, the misunderstood call

 

The dark, where the shadows protect us

 

The light, where exposure kills us

 

The void of emotion, encompassing all of me

 

For what I would give, to leave an emotional vacancy

 

To be void of emotion, to numbness encompassing me

 

Oh what I would give, to finally be free.

 

O this is more preferable to me than your other piece; much more succinct, and well put. I could don the emotions you were putting forth and believe in the content, even if I don't choose to be so negative! I just felt it, and that's the beauty of poetry.

This poem is about: 
Me

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