Category: Writers Block
Sword in hand, blade reversed,
Lines long spoken, act rehearsed.
Sword in hand, dark draws nigh,
Now pierce the flesh, blood to tithe.
Reach I forth one ghostly hand,
With trembling fingers to seize that wand.
One pale spirit reaching for the light,
Falling away, for suicide is dark as night.
Bottle in hand, cap removed,
Alcohol runs, images improved.
Seen through the veil of eyes glazed,
The world is so much better to drunken-crazed.
Swallow by swallow, ounce by ounce,
One shot at a time, in liquor drowned.
Drink after drink, bottles without end,
Life slips away, now death befriend.
Gun in hand, chamber filled,
Trigger released, oh blood to spill.
Bullet flies, with no barrier between,
Through flesh and bone, now life shall flee.
Sweet the air, with acrid smoke,
Life is ren't, sans possible revoke.
Images flash before frenzied eyes,
Turning to dust as spectator dies...
Flesh is flesh, bone the more,
Blades shall rend, where bullets tore.
Liquor drowns, pain released,
One final thrash, then cold deceased...
Sword in hand, blade turned in
Towards the heart, oh fatal pin.
Prick the muscle, hollow the vault,
Spill the blood, and there life halt.
Bottle in hand, liquor drains
Down through burning gullet to wither veins.
Hot the fire, oh poison sweet,
Work thee faster, eternity is fleet.
Gun in hand, barrel burns
Against the gaping wound where bullets churn.
Knife through butter, the bullet drives
Through tender flesh, sever lives...
'Tis sweet to die, bitter to live.
Better to receive from yourself what you can give.
Grant me then that wish above all...
In somber raiment, I answer death's call...
Oh my gosh, that was powerful. It was close to making me cry!! Did you write that? If so, you're a totally awesome writer!!!!!!
Evening shadows begin to take hold after a day so long. Why it was just morning a new when last we spoke. I had no idea that to “The Call’ you were attention paying heed to. Strange now as shadows take hold and into your room I enter. The room that always felt a warmth has now drawn an icy coldness that only a room that holds death within can answer to. The table in front of you has prescription bottles all in a sorted array, some flung to the floor and a few scattered pills of various sizes and colors loom a top the table, and in your bloodied hand even yet a sedative is held. In a chair you are slumped and bent over the wooden table cradling your head. The shot glass fallen to the floor as the reek and stench of alcohol fills the room. I race to your side and though brains blown and heart ripped and torn asunder, yet I reach for your hand and feel instinctively for your wrist. No pulse at all, only stiffness as blue the color that has started taken hold of you. Scream out a NO! comes from somewhere deep within… but it was just morning a new when last we had spoken. I had no way of knowing then that you were about to answer Death’s Call upon your life. I reach for a phone realizing that through tear clouded eyes this moment has brought a silence that is deafening. Sirens can now be heard as the ambulance finds its way to your home. The attendants shake their head, No hope is there of a life being rekindled, of being reviberated.. As your body cold and stiffened is released to the attendants I go for a moment to the window, draw the blinds and fling open the window. In my shock I feel air touch my skin and hear breezes rush through the limbs of the branches of a tree nearby. Evening sounds of the crickets can be heard. Your body, now a corpse, is taken to the funeral home where last decisions are made concerning your life. Did I say life? Ha! I meant to say, where last decisions are made concerning your death… It will take a while to fully realize that from life unto death you have passed. The only call I hear is that although dark of night has come fully into being and somehow am I remotely functioning in the land of the living, I must now go and attend to you yet… The morticians await my arrival.
Yea, but for the fact that I write thee from distances too far to be imagined, for the grave is ever the great mile which separates, I would take thee into my once strong arms. Withered and bloody upon the casket lain, spread across the wood like some rotting stain, my flesh settles to slow decay. The flame which fueled life has been smothered, the waters quick to rush over and drown the embers glowing. And so I moan, and scream, for suicide dark as night hath taken me. And into suicide's arms I chose to flee, but there is no warmth there awaiting me. I had supposed that it would be sweet release, when all there is now is naught but eternal regret, unending pain. No hand of brilliant angel shall reach down to caress my cheek, no robed saint to guide me through heaven's doors. I see only fire, smell only the stench of pitch and burning flesh, hear only the cacophony of lamenting souls, of writhing phantoms... Pray thee live ever long, pray thy will ever strong... Come thou not hither to hell as I, pray thee flee and draw not one step nigh...
Morning a new once again finds me although this one am I engulfed in bitter mourning and grief so dear it causes me to shake to my very core. With your mind blown from shot of silvered bullet and heart ripped through with blade of cold piercing slicing steel, ….. You can not know that too my mind is blown as my thots can barely take in these quickly fleeing moments. My heart is wrung while spirit is crushed and my soul yearns, Oh! how my soul it yearns deep deep within me to make some kind of sense in all the mindlessness of this act, this last act of your hand. I want so much to beat you with my fists hollering, Why? didn’t you tell me your thots had taken you to make final journey of your life. Why is it I didn’t know till it was too late that that last talk a couple of mornings ago was to be the last one I was to share with you while on what is now known to be the last mile of your life you were trodding. Had I known, had I known, I now lament… had only I known… Death made call to you and Why? did you have to give answer … at least this answer? Why did you not turn away from this call and more so Why? did you not come to me and share with me…..?? Here it is I stand talking to ears so closed off in an earthly deafness and only I here on this side of the mile that separates us wonder can those ears of yours hear on the other side of life’s/death’s great divide. I stand here over your body laid out in a coffin filled with pillowed softness and can only wonder how goes it with you, the real you that lives on for as from life to death you’ve passed, you’ve journey traveled, I am given to question, have you too now passed from death to a life of greater death or in some highly twisted course of events of those last moments did Life you somehow stumble upon? Was there a split second when before the final beat of your heart and breath of your mind did you reach out beyond yourself and find the divine??? I suppose it is those last thots are for my benefit for they give me to go on in a place beyond deepest heart wrenching despair. Just as I could not hear That Call upon your life that took you from me so too now I can not hear what the ears of your deepest soul hears…. The scent of this room is so different from the room I was last with you in. There is no scent of the freshly spuen blood of tissue so raw and torn asunder. No reeking stench of the alcohol. Only the scent of the multitude of the flowers sent in your memory. You had so many friends/family and only now a single rose of black I place upon your cold cold heart…. In tears that cease to flow I am finally given to tear myself from you, yet not before a tear of mine falls and lands on your hand… As your casket is closed that tear fallen from me is so symbolic that too a part of me goes with you yet… farewell my love, farewell…..
How pretentious man I swear you've got worse.How long will it be until we are subjected to the self pitying whining, concerning your childhood hmm, I'd say a week at most...