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[aid] => mick
[title] => Unblinking
[time] => 2006-07-15 02:34:33
[hometext] => I'm going through a hard time questioning some of the fundamentals of life. This is just a short concerning one of the things I've been thinking about.
[bodytext] => "I hate myself and I want to die." It's bouncing all over my head For those interested to know why... I can't say why I want to be dead. I am quiet about it, you see, Because I don't want to disturb you And keep you worrying about me Or something stupid I might do, But I've got these horrid thoughts creeping Like an uncontrolled dream - the kind That riles you with fitful sleeping And that you just can't rid from your mind. And you really don't know where The ****** things came from But you know they're always there Like a demonic observer - some Little devil on your shoulder whispering thoughts into your ear And this little devil that much bolder When saying death is near. Yes, he cackles out some comment About how I'll die some day And hints that maybe it is soon And jokes that I should pray. And he revels in my self-hate. This tiny little devil, That is my subconscious - This stupid piece of evil, Whispers to me with a hiss, "I hate myself and I want to die." It's late and I turn out the light And I drop into bed thinking That in the morning things would be alright If they found me here unblinking. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 381 [topic] => 13 [informant] => TheSpiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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