Suicide poem
Location
33415
United States
26° 39' 11.0952" N, 80° 7' 54.0948" W
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On the evening, drops out on by
It leaks with a shallow spatter of Crimson
The mournful day I as soon to come
With non existing salutations
Greetings or emotions
A violet mind, to forget most of it
And yet it seems to drown the essence of my vision
The Earthly stellar washes away the light
That plague of dimness grow so near
Like a cancer crawling through the paralyzed body motion
The dove flies into the smoke for so long to return black
Disdained beauty that bewilders my eye
The innocence fades away in sin
On a cliff of mournful sounds weeping
Tears follows through skies unforgiving radiance
It quietly enters the dimness of the dark to seize he heart
The spirit sets to disintegrate to feel no grace nor agony
But to begin the infatuation of insensibility
Like if love ever existed
The hollow mind that echoes throughout the tainted fields
And shatters woeful compassions
My invisible thoughts flies along the tormented storm
A cloud that hovers elsewhere
The emptiness shall rule the day
If mercy should not give, nor pity will do
The intending touch and feeling of an absent emotion through years
Contemplating this strike
And yet memories seem to haunt me of a form of a ghost
The dense forgotten embodiment of new life
The romantic touch I await to catch a glimpse of the moral bliss
If I should squeeze her hand or one kiss
Feel the awakening but yet atrocious living soul
It leaks with a shallow spatter of Crimson
The mournful day I as soon to come
With non existing salutations
Greetings or emotions
A violet mind, to forget most of it
And yet it seems to drown the essence of my vision
The Earthly stellar washes away the light
That plague of dimness grow so near
Like a cancer crawling through the paralyzed body motion
The dove flies into the smoke for so long to return black
Disdained beauty that bewilders my eye
The innocence fades away in sin
On a cliff of mournful sounds weeping
Tears follows through skies unforgiving radiance
It quietly enters the dimness of the dark to seize he heart
The spirit sets to disintegrate to feel no grace nor agony
But to begin the infatuation of insensibility
Like if love ever existed
The hollow mind that echoes throughout the tainted fields
And shatters woeful compassions
My invisible thoughts flies along the tormented storm
A cloud that hovers elsewhere
The emptiness shall rule the day
If mercy should not give, nor pity will do
The intending touch and feeling of an absent emotion through years
Contemplating this strike
And yet memories seem to haunt me of a form of a ghost
The dense forgotten embodiment of new life
The romantic touch I await to catch a glimpse of the moral bliss
If I should squeeze her hand or one kiss
Feel the awakening but yet atrocious living soul
This poem is about:
Me
Our world