“Life is like a picnic, a distraction from what claws your serenity ; the agonising truth we keep running from– death.”
Drifting into a disturbing dimension of reality
where time freezes
Breathing becomes harder
And the soul struggles to leave.
Losing,
My sense of self,
And the ability to think ahead
My brain mirrors a plain shell.
My mouth lets out a last sigh
A song of pain,
A tune of a wounded howling beast
All memories and language blurr, short out
And I'm left with just a core .
Lying still
beneath the spinning lights
their screams surrounding, Oozing from every corner
Like a sad symphony of agony and grief.
Some roses wilt, they loved me the most
Other just pour fakeness, then with their life go.
I long for a last whisper
A reassure 'I'm here,
But my voice comes silent
Struck cords play nothingness.
An everlasting beep
shakes the monitor with distress
A tidal wave wipes out my consciousness
And I become
Naked from liveliness,
polished with deadly pale blue .
Perhaps life and death are partners in crime, like the sun and the moon?
For one draws you in, a beautiful lie enchants your soul
And just when you fall head over heels
The other sweeps you off your feet,
A painful truth erased from our minds.
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No I've never died before
and I feel extremely sick writing that Idk why I even began to write it, I kind of rushed it because I hate talking about death and this makes me just so afraid as pathetic as it sounds... I think we all fear death tho don't we?
Anyway I saw that post of poetry prompts to write about your pov at your funeral and idk I tried and it came out as a dying scene thingie not a funeral, which is more awful and frightening I might add.
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