Screaming.
Am I still dreaming?
Am I even breathing?
Demons are scheming,
no chance of redeeming.
My throat is bleeding.
The blood is streaming...
It's me who is screaming.
Scream,
it's all I can do.
Dream,
just us two.
Scheme,
exact our revenge.
Redeem,
Your life, I'll avenge.
Bleed,
watch my blood stream.
Stream,
just the depression I feed.
Scream,
until your heart shuts down.
Scream,
until the world will drown.
Scream,
until hope falls apart.
Scream,
until you stop your heart.
Scream,
until I hang this noose.
Scream,
until you end the abuse.
Scream,
until I wield this knife.
Scream,
until I end this life.
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Tried something new. Anyway, hope you liked it.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoetryI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...