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Izzy
Spinning around with a grip of steel in my bloody hands
with tears flowing down my face...
full of hatred,
sadness,
placing bullet holes into the walls of the shed out back...
Thats all I can remember.
I keep fading to black.
Paralyzed.
Black straps on my chest.
At the edge of life's cliff,
staring down at death's pit...
eyes closed.
Antiseptics up my nose.
Rushing,
Broken gingerbread drifting off on a gatch,
speeding down cream corridors.
I see heaven in my vision?
My body's getting cold all over.
Losing too much blood,
but
nothing renders pain like
the fall that suddenly appears.
The sound of her bones ramming the pavement.
renting
the high pitch whistle in my ear...
The gore around my head that claws at my skull
with bright,
white,
loud flashes,
organ rattling bangs
followed by
crimson confetti -
circling the air,
and decorating the cement beside me...
I keep
replaying that last kiss.
How her chest puffed out for
that last breath before the end.
The bliss before the blood,
the thick, warm flood -
all that lies behind these tears.
I feel lonely and putrid
like acient death.
and,
I'm truly wishing I was so.....
[i]I want to be with Izzy.
Now,
Idle.
Itching for color.
dangling from life.
Nearly empty.
Lying here in this hospital bed...
Izzys face in my face.
Detached from reality,
dull and gray -
a shade of white and black -
toxic combinations...
like an angelic demon[/i]
Live, or kill yourself
with tears flowing down my face...
full of hatred,
sadness,
placing bullet holes into the walls of the shed out back...
Thats all I can remember.
I keep fading to black.
Paralyzed.
Black straps on my chest.
At the edge of life's cliff,
staring down at death's pit...
eyes closed.
Antiseptics up my nose.
Rushing,
Broken gingerbread drifting off on a gatch,
speeding down cream corridors.
I see heaven in my vision?
My body's getting cold all over.
Losing too much blood,
but
nothing renders pain like
the fall that suddenly appears.
The sound of her bones ramming the pavement.
renting
the high pitch whistle in my ear...
The gore around my head that claws at my skull
with bright,
white,
loud flashes,
organ rattling bangs
followed by
crimson confetti -
circling the air,
and decorating the cement beside me...
I keep
replaying that last kiss.
How her chest puffed out for
that last breath before the end.
The bliss before the blood,
the thick, warm flood -
all that lies behind these tears.
I feel lonely and putrid
like acient death.
and,
I'm truly wishing I was so.....
[i]I want to be with Izzy.
Now,
Idle.
Itching for color.
dangling from life.
Nearly empty.
Lying here in this hospital bed...
Izzys face in my face.
Detached from reality,
dull and gray -
a shade of white and black -
toxic combinations...
like an angelic demon[/i]
Live, or kill yourself
Published 25th Apr 2012
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25th Jun 2012 2:22pm
This is my favorite poem of yours so far. I think it's the most heartfelt and true, or, at least, it comes off that way. The two bolded lines add a great impact, and the word choice is exceptional. The poem makes me wonder who Izzy is ;)
Oh, and error S10. Otherwise, I have nothing further to critique. Truly lovely.
Oh, and error S10. Otherwise, I have nothing further to critique. Truly lovely.
