ShaneM Original Poetry Collection

The Death Card

Well, I'm lost and I don't know where I am. I'm confused, and I need a hand. All of these things around me, this darkness surrounds me. Pain and strain fall away and fall upon my name. A deep sadness finds inside, so close to making the decision to decide. It hurts, and it's real. It sinks, and it reels. Someway and somehow I found a way to find out; everybody is fake. They're all a snake. Turned and betrayed by everyone I have portrayed, I sleep away thinking I can keep today. The pain is bottled up inside, it's gotten to the point where it no longer hides. Happiness is felt, and the sadness follows. Kind of like swallowing the deathly hallows. It's not my head to spin, but it's cut deep beneath my skin. Abandoned, stranded, left disbanded. The death card is what I have been handed. Dealt a bad set of cards, I still hold them to my chest so that I can fight through the rest. It hurts, and it won't stop. I just wish for the darkness to drop. For it and everything and everyone to fall behind my loaded gun. My turn against them, to burn into the end. They will know my pain. They will fear every time they hear my name. I will be high and above, I will be better than they. Disappoint, just to exist another day. For now I fall to be set back only to push harder, to push farther and farther. I just feel as if I need help because I can't stand alone in this hell. If you tell me that you need me, please need me. Believe me, I yearn to relieve me. Cannot any longer travel among no one, I cannot go alone. I need a hand to hold, someone to call home. Strong enough to fight it, but not long enough to light it, it's something else and I can't sight it. I'm wrong enough to mistake my way away, leave my life at stake and float astray. My love is death and my death is above. It is so close and near, it is the shadow of fear that I fear. My love is dead, my heart is black, Hell is my head and my soul is a crack. I am too broken anymore, and I am terrified of going through before. Not scared of anything, but the pain terrifies me beyond anything. Nobody loves me, nobody supports, everybody shoves me and it's all misguided reports. Rumors are said, they are spread just like red. If I give up, I apologize now. No way I can fight this, no way how. Surrender is already felt, so always remember; the death card was dealt and happiness was my pretender. So perhaps I shall fall back and let it consume, give up and let the demon and death fill. For my feelings and my thoughts have always been left to spill, and for everyone else to kill. 

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