A/N: This first poem is really gory, so skip it if you find that triggering. It's about how depression literally eats you alive.
I find my body coated in blood,
And somehow I know that it's mine.
Hovering above me is a devilish ghoul
And I realize it's prepared to dine.
Razor sharp claws graze my thighs,
Leaving flaps of exposed fat.
My scalp is painfully peeled away
Before being worn as a macabre hat.
The ghoul leans down and strokes my cheek,
Then my skin starts to melt.
It's acidic touch strips me to the bone--
A level of pain I've never felt.
I pray that I'll die as I'm opened up,
And it slowly unravels my core.
It's razor claws prod at my heart,
As I lie in a pile of gore.
Finally my heart is wrenched from my chest,
Before being swallowed whole.
"The best ones have been war-torn.
I love the taste of a broken soul."
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In Darknesss
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written on darker subjects such as suicide, death, self harm, etc. If this may be triggering to you, proceed with caution. Some of these were written in my stay at a mental institution where I was allowed a comp...
