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Miscarriage and mortification convene languidly in the nooks of my soul.
Quelling my fervour and vitality to perpetuate or persevere.
Significance diluted; only rancid afflictions torment my dull heart.
Pink-rimmed watery eyes bleed tears of forgotten passions,
whilst lacklustre emphatic sympathies deluge my unseasoned psyche
devoid of benevolent intent, diseased by loss.
Gleaning shattered remnants of beatitude from my elapsed precedent
but the jigsaw no longer fits together.
A deep black-lined sullen, morose void accumulates in the puzzle’s centre.
Beckoning, sneering, urging, compelling me to commit the final act
Desperation overlaps reason, powerlessly blinding sense.
The gaze of one million pairs of sightless eyes torches my core.
Stiletto blade reasoning. Slit wrist theory.
Down the road, not across the street.
Cavernous forearm flesh wounds yawn sickeningly wide.
Pain fades as coldness blankets my sallow cadaver.
Coroners report protocol.
Generic depressed teenage suicide #1.
Quelling my fervour and vitality to perpetuate or persevere.
Significance diluted; only rancid afflictions torment my dull heart.
Pink-rimmed watery eyes bleed tears of forgotten passions,
whilst lacklustre emphatic sympathies deluge my unseasoned psyche
devoid of benevolent intent, diseased by loss.
Gleaning shattered remnants of beatitude from my elapsed precedent
but the jigsaw no longer fits together.
A deep black-lined sullen, morose void accumulates in the puzzle’s centre.
Beckoning, sneering, urging, compelling me to commit the final act
Desperation overlaps reason, powerlessly blinding sense.
The gaze of one million pairs of sightless eyes torches my core.
Stiletto blade reasoning. Slit wrist theory.
Down the road, not across the street.
Cavernous forearm flesh wounds yawn sickeningly wide.
Pain fades as coldness blankets my sallow cadaver.
Coroners report protocol.
Generic depressed teenage suicide #1.
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Wait until you get to the 20's - it gets even worse. ;)
Unless you like being vapid in which case you'll have a whale of a time.
*Unplugs brain*
Wahey the lads! Time for another day of the herd mentality, can you feel the abbatoir doors opening into the darkness?
Unless you like being vapid in which case you'll have a whale of a time.
*Unplugs brain*
Wahey the lads! Time for another day of the herd mentality, can you feel the abbatoir doors opening into the darkness?
I find it difficult to judge poetry - usually because I have to re-read and re-read in order to get the rhythm, but this had an extravagnce of 'wordage' that I liked.
I aim to pur-lease.
Oh yeah, and I forgot, the other thing I liked about the poem was the way it felt really rich and deep. Gave it a very emotional air.
That is all. You may now flee.
Oh yeah, and I forgot, the other thing I liked about the poem was the way it felt really rich and deep. Gave it a very emotional air.
That is all. You may now flee.
heh you actually linked to the thumbs up sign :-D
I'd like leave a more extensive piece of feedback about this, considering its about depression and all, but to be honest I really don't know what to say.
It was brilliant. And I'd be the first to admit that I had to read it through more than once to soak up even half of its meanings. Deep stuff.
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It was brilliant. And I'd be the first to admit that I had to read it through more than once to soak up even half of its meanings. Deep stuff.
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Miscarriage and mortification convene languidly in the nooks of my soul.
Quelling my fervour and vitality to perpetuate or persevere.
Significance diluted; only rancid afflictions torment my dull heart.
Pink-rimmed watery eyes bleed tears of forgotten passions,
whilst lacklustre emphatic sympathies deluge my unseasoned psyche
devoid of benevolent intent, diseased by loss.
Gleaning shattered remnants of beatitude from my elapsed precedent
but the jigsaw no longer fits together.
A deep black-lined sullen, morose void accumulates in the puzzle’s centre.
Beckoning, sneering, urging, compelling me to commit the final act
Desperation overlaps reason, powerlessly blinding sense.
The gaze of one million pairs of sightless eyes torches my core.
Stiletto blade reasoning. Slit wrist theory.
Down the road, not across the street.
Cavernous forearm flesh wounds yawn sickeningly wide.
Pain fades as coldness blankets my sallow cadaver.
Coroners report protocol.
Generic depressed teenage suicide #1.
Quelling my fervour and vitality to perpetuate or persevere.
Significance diluted; only rancid afflictions torment my dull heart.
Pink-rimmed watery eyes bleed tears of forgotten passions,
whilst lacklustre emphatic sympathies deluge my unseasoned psyche
devoid of benevolent intent, diseased by loss.
Gleaning shattered remnants of beatitude from my elapsed precedent
but the jigsaw no longer fits together.
A deep black-lined sullen, morose void accumulates in the puzzle’s centre.
Beckoning, sneering, urging, compelling me to commit the final act
Desperation overlaps reason, powerlessly blinding sense.
The gaze of one million pairs of sightless eyes torches my core.
Stiletto blade reasoning. Slit wrist theory.
Down the road, not across the street.
Cavernous forearm flesh wounds yawn sickeningly wide.
Pain fades as coldness blankets my sallow cadaver.
Coroners report protocol.
Generic depressed teenage suicide #1.
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