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The Darkness

Contributed by Dreamer18 on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The Darkness

I stand-alone in this dark place nowhere left to go in this world. Nothing left to live for, no one who cares. I ask myself, Why dont you just end it all? So I stumble in the darkness, I search for that knife that I so long ago threw away. I see it lying there on the floor next to me. I bend down to get it; it slides away from me, going further into the darkness. I run searching for it, tripping over some unseen object. I look around a little more, and suddenly theres light. It shines on that unseen object. I look and its a dead body, I turn the body over and scream as I recognize the face. I cry and tell the corpse that Im sorry and that I did love him. My tears and apologies fall on deaf ears though and now I know that I really have nothing left in life. I lost the love of my life to the rotten things that come along, the way I never learned to appreciate him and his love. I wonder how he got there in the darkness with me; I should be there alone, no one is supposed to be there Im a bad person thats why here. The light goes out and Im once again scared. I wonder where the knife went to. I walk a little further making sure that theres not another surprise for me, I step on the knife and I look down. I can see the steel glint in the darkness that surrounds me. I pick it up and look at it. I turn around and try to find my way back to the corpse of my dead lover.
Great, Ive lost myself again, damnit I hate this darkness! I look around wondering if theres a way out. After what seems like hours I realize that theres no way, well there is one way. The knife. Its still there in my hand, I forgot all about it, I look up crying againbut theres no one to hear me or to see the tears.
I talk into the darkness
Why? Where was God when I needed Him? Where were You? You left me alone. I find someone who loves me and I cant have him becoz Im evil and You dont want it to be. Everyone laughs at me for the things that Ive done or the way I look, how could You allow such cruelty into your perfect world? I alwayz believed in You but then you condemn me to this darkness.this cold, dark place. Why? Just tell me why!!!!!!!!!
And with that I clutch the knife in my hand and hold it over my wrist. I feel the cold steel biting into my flesh, cutting my delicate skin. Busting the veins in my wrist, letting the blood flow free. I think its almost over all of it, the laughs, the loneliness, and the cruelty. I feel myself getting weak; I fall to the groundright next to my dead lover. That special love that I killed so long ago without realizing it. I clasp my hand in his, feeling the cold, dead fingers entwined in mine. I lay his head on my chest and in the last moments I play with his hair, then I fall into a deep sleep, never to awake again.
By:
Me
Sylvia
XOXO





Copyright © Dreamer18 ... [ 2003-04-04 16:05:00]
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Re: The Darkness (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 04:23:24 PM AEST
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Wow..this is really dark!!! It would have been easier on the eye, tho, if it was written in paragraphs...(but that is just my view)
Jenni


Re: The Darkness (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 04:34:40 PM AEST
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Cold and very dark, so much pain so much grief, and it sounded so real.
This was an excellent write, you bought a realism to your work that sent chills down my spine.


Re: The Darkness (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 04:36:38 PM AEST
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Cold and very dark, so much pain so much grief, and it sounded so real.
This was an excellent write, you bought a realism to your work that sent chills down my spine.




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