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Array ( [sid] => 23762 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Swan Song [time] => 2003-09-24 22:25:00 [hometext] => If I were to die, this is how it'd probably go. [bodytext] => Gazing blankly at the sky
I have no feelings.
Scars the shape of well-worn
crucifixes adorn my skin
My beloved little children.

Falling from the earth downwards
Don't dare to come
and look for me
I'm going down alone
into the pit of hell.

The sirens won't find me in time
Staggering, stumbling and
clutching at Death's waiting room.
These knuckles are bruised
with sin and retribution
Heaven cries for justice
And I'm giving it to her.

Crimson colours bleed together
to form a fatal waterfall
on my body.
Weeping down my shoulders
and converging down my back
This is the pathos I've become.

If they can manage to find me
Tell them to condemn me
It's all they ever do.

Don't speak of me in sonnets
Or lie me in a comfortable grave
I'm digging my own right here
Dirt as a pillow and suffocation
as my blanket.

Time is a traitor; he's on their side
He's got a hand penetrating
my insides
Trying to grasp the heart and
deaden it sooner.

And when I stop shaking, trembling
When I combust into a shower
of blood
Stay clear of me, don't try to
purify me
I have no wish to keep on staying
Legless and panting
Shuddering at the loss of myself
Bathing in a sea of spraying red
I will be going soon
I hope you'll be singing a closing tune.

You won't remember me
Goodbye. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Avarice_Riot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Swan Song

Contributed by Avarice_Riot on Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 10:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Gazing blankly at the sky
I have no feelings.
Scars the shape of well-worn
crucifixes adorn my skin
My beloved little children.

Falling from the earth downwards
Don't dare to come
and look for me
I'm going down alone
into the pit of hell.

The sirens won't find me in time
Staggering, stumbling and
clutching at Death's waiting room.
These knuckles are bruised
with sin and retribution
Heaven cries for justice
And I'm giving it to her.

Crimson colours bleed together
to form a fatal waterfall
on my body.
Weeping down my shoulders
and converging down my back
This is the pathos I've become.

If they can manage to find me
Tell them to condemn me
It's all they ever do.

Don't speak of me in sonnets
Or lie me in a comfortable grave
I'm digging my own right here
Dirt as a pillow and suffocation
as my blanket.

Time is a traitor; he's on their side
He's got a hand penetrating
my insides
Trying to grasp the heart and
deaden it sooner.

And when I stop shaking, trembling
When I combust into a shower
of blood
Stay clear of me, don't try to
purify me
I have no wish to keep on staying
Legless and panting
Shuddering at the loss of myself
Bathing in a sea of spraying red
I will be going soon
I hope you'll be singing a closing tune.

You won't remember me
Goodbye.




Copyright © Avarice_Riot ... [ 2003-09-24 22:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by Marco on Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 10:40:33 PM AEST
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Hello Avarice Riot,

I really like this poem it has alot of pain deep feelings insode you that you have yet to discover in yourself. This would of been caused by a loved one or a family member or ***** in the past. Remeber your not alone out there in the world to feel like this. I stand by your side and feel the same each day. I like you work keep it up and hard at it.

Thank you
Marco


Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 25th September 2003 @ 12:47:18 AM AEST
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I'm not sure I understand parts of this but some I do.
Very strong write-n-thoughts!
Excellent writing!
I would certainly never judge u before or after.
Hang tuff!
emy


Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by EmSal on Thursday, 25th September 2003 @ 01:36:46 AM AEST
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Oh My!!! What a vivid write...it defenately stirred something in me. Painfully written, excellently expressed. Like you said to me in one of your comments - You have friends here.
Keep strong and brave and I will remember you, as I'm sure others will too. I hope you don't go this way...have many more days to come, to get through. And don't stop your writing!!
Love Emma.


Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 25th September 2003 @ 03:54:30 AM AEST
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Painfully powerful and beautiful. You are an artist with words.
"Crimson colours bleed together
To form a fatal waterfall"
Awesome lines. A true masterpiece!


Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Thursday, 25th September 2003 @ 02:45:16 PM AEST
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the imagery is amazing....so powerful....emotive!!!!


Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by Kalika on Sunday, 5th October 2003 @ 06:21:50 AM AEST
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Holy wow this is sooooooo very deep and powerful.....

Kali


Re: Swan Song (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 12:42:12 PM AEST
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"Dirt as a pillow and suffocation
as my blanket."

This was intense and really captivated my thoughtstream to work with your flow.
A powerful write.




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