Poems

A Somber of Forever

The frost entering my lungs is refreshing . . . the beautiful darkness is reliving to my weary hollow weak eyes . . . the slow kiss of life slowly leaves me . . . now I practice the dance of death . . . sticks and stones have never broken my bones but words have killed my will I no longer have fear for it is the mind-killer and that mind of a killer of which I call my own has nothing left to lose . . . the knife smiles at me asking for the shelter of eternal silence asking for to be covered in the red water that has made so many cry . . . the rope asks for a hug that will comfort me after this beautiful truth we all experience . . . unfortunately no matter how much I give into their requests of death . . . I can truly never die . . . this . . . inferno hell I live is one of my heritage . . . My body has never known cold just the flames of hatred from others . . . it has only ever known hunger from the greed of others and my selflessness to not just take from them . . . the voices in my head never ending . . . mother . . . father . . . when can I leave this damn insane asylum of tears and pain . . . when will I finally leave . . . when will my curse of immortality finally end . . . not even the gaze of my lover will ease this horror no one else would be able to live . . . imagine that . . . the kid that saw the love and good in people just sees torment and evil anymore . . . and it sickens me