The sound of laughter echoed in my ears, and the darkness enveloped me in it’s grip of represented death. Existing of nothing, I lay there staring into the blackness, what resembled my soul of utter torment and misery.
I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled da an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.
I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the coltello lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.
And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.
Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.
The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred da those all around me, Not liked anymore.
There is nothing più to hope for, at least not anymore.
I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.
The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison da it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.
I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled da an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.
I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the coltello lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.
And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.
Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.
The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred da those all around me, Not liked anymore.
There is nothing più to hope for, at least not anymore.
I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.
The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison da it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron mela cotogna años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron mela cotogna años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada