This was my first poem and it's been updated for the third time now and I think this time it's better. This poem was made in February of last year (2019) so I thought now I should rewrite it and I did. So I rewrote it again. And that's what you get now, the final prompt. Also this is edgy as hell.
TW: Suicide and honest edge, and disembodied limbs
The treacherous and gloomy thoughts of our past
The traumas that will forever linger and last
The horrible memories our minds behold
Locked away, Damaged, and Never to be told
We hid in a dark place where nobody would come
This is where all of our unwanted past
Resonate from
Where misery is your fame
The depressing land called
Death Lane
Why would a stable person come to such a terrible and dark place
When it's a home for all shadows to embrace
Humans have tried to enter our land but only to return dead or without a hand
A hand?
Let's just say that the ones who foolishly travel to our land will never returned home
We live in our little deathly dome
Humans have theirs and we have ours but no matter What no one can harms us, No not with our strange powers
I pace back and forth pondering if I should go to this deathly lane
Or would I continue to think and think until I go insane
As I stroll down the forest of my thoughts and past
Wondering why did my life go so fast?
No matter what was going to happen, everything would've been coming to an end
While I grasp onto the small sharp metallic blade I stole from my friend
After a few moments thinking about how to die
I found a simple method that would be fast and I wouldn't cry
I brought the blade up to the side of my neck
A simple quick slice and my body would wreck
My damaged and lost soul flew up to a land for few
Killing myself would be the only thing I could do
I took a trip to a place where misery and pain is your fame
The Strange Land of
Death Lane
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