When all around is doom and gloom,
I bow my head
and wonder where I go from here,
what wounds unbled
exist for me to split anew
with blackest filthy blades I drew
to end the suffering I knew
from words unsaid.
Without a flame to focus life,
my death will do.
In violent anguish beat my skin
to black and blue.
If only so I feel alive
with pain that I may once more strive
to cull my life, just to deprive
my mind of you.
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Author Notes
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Inspired by Dreams of the Dark World by Gert Sherwood and an idea by Gungalo.
I hope you enjoyed the read.
Mike
See below from Gungalo:
Just decided to start a Dark Club here on site.
All you have to do to join is write a dark one
and let me know. We could even award a crown for
the darkest write of the week!!! So, get dark, will ya?
CHECK HERE FOR A LIST OF THOSE POETS WHO HAVE JOINED:
(please go read their Dark Club entries!!!)
** Dreams From The Dark World by Gert sherwood
** The Whisper Of Death by Matoshka
** Demon by Just2Write
** But They're Never Naked by Gungalo
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