new form of death

A New Form Of Death    


You never know
what will happen next
where we go
or what it is we get ,
day to day
time furthers our decay .

A perfect life
it can go wrong
you do it all right
but you still die in the long  
a dodgy wife
or a suicide bomb
the odds are rife
in getting you gone  
but the fat lady she , has a new song
with a new form of death
who's singing along
from the hospital beds
they're sounding the gong
for this there is no meds
as each day it gathers strength
they change shape and slip the net ,
superbugs airborn a fear
the ending of all dawn flies near .

My weapon of choice

I have many weapons of death
A rifle that can shoot over a mile
You will never see
I have a knife with a serrated edge
Cutting your juggler, seven seconds to live
I have a new one

I have a very big hammer
That can bash your head into your spine
A car that can mow you down like grass
I have a plastic bag from Wal Mart
Placing it over your head and suffocating you
I still have a new one

I have clippers sharp as hell
Just a snip and your head will fall
My barrel of bricks of red
Dropping them down on your head
Three stories high
Yet I still have a new one

I have tied you to a chair
Wrists and legs are bound
Taped your mouth. You make no sound
I stab and poke everywhere I can
You start to cry as I work
Death to you; death by a spork

Funeral Wedding

A dying woman
flooded with a fatal disease
she doesn't know of it
For there are no symptoms
Love fills her heart
For she is ready to live
hoping soon to be jointed
with another soul
Time strengthens their endless love
For they soon will get married
They know not their fate together
For they will have no honeymoon
As they say their vows
they do not know they are
the words that will end their lives
For this disease is everlasting
This special day
A day of happiness
will end
For this was their funeral wedding

Blood dripping from the lips of angels,
a God sitting on his throne of thorns.

Looking out with eyes that have never seen the light,
a God,
that will never see the heart of man!

Why must he feed on the love that surrounds him,
why does he need to gorge on the sole of man?
What drives a God into this existence?

How do we tear free from this enslavement?
How can we be, what we need to be?

There is more in this life than death?
and we are Gods!
We must learn to break free from these chains,
and set ourselves free.

To understand that we can set ourselves free,
free from our Gods!
Free from death!
that ties our minds into believing!

By Ian McEwan, © 2011, All rights reserved.
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New Form of Death
by ~UnleashedHeathen

When I walk whilst I hold this gun
The way I speak to you; The tone of terror In my voice when I sacrafice myself to you
When I see my life flash before me..
It`s when my vision Is blurred by the lies that I told
Right before you face.
That when I know I have reached a new form of death.

So mentor my mind back to sanity.
Be the light that I chose not to walk towards.
Give me love. Prove to me what my sacrafice Is worth.
Enlighten me on what I want.
Better yet, give me what I need.
Tell me what I want to here, but don`t lie in my face..
Show me a new form of death..

Tell me that you`ll miss me when I am gone.
Promise me you will never forget how you charished my presence.
I hope one day you find yourself;
Just as I did when I discovered a new form of death..

Euthanasia

Wife, where are you
Can you see me?
I can’t see you
Please come nearer
Hold me my darling
Let me die in your arms
My woman, my wife, my friend

Help me I want to go quickly
Out of that door
The door that swirls darkly
Inviting me away out of here
To a land, perhaps Eden
I just want to go
Allow me to leave now

I have done my part
I lived my life
I have sowed
I have reaped
I have multiplied
I have worshipped
I have blasphemed

And now I want to go
Leave this tired husk
This body honeycombed
By death
To keep it alive longer
Keeps me in screamy fear
For I no longer want it

Wife when they come with the needle
To make me feel all better and well
Tell them to plunge it deep
Tell them to empty it up
Tell them to add some more
Just so I won’t wake no more
Just let me peacefully go

all the entrys so far are great

New form of death

a splash of rum in a shot of tears
discarded condom in the trash
quivering in the corner
clutching my bottle
love or anesthesia
nothing feels better
than my numb fingertips

this "him" is fading quickly
swimming in a blur
I don't care
if I can move my legs
nowhere to go
nothing is left
but pain and death
though my arms are pins and needles
the bottle still finds my mouth

long line of men
each took pieces of me
started a collection
put me in jars
sat me on their mantels
I won't be around long
collect it all
available while supplies last.

mutated words piss through my lips
frozen lungs don't expand
as my face is submerged in air
I choose anesthesia over love
death over pain

the curtain is closed.

MASS SACRIFICE

"I am the Christ! Give me your hands
for I will take you to the promised land!
The end is near! Open your eyes,
We must prepare, the mass Sacrifice!"

"Tonight's the night! Come together!
I promise happiness that will last forever!
Drink the poison, heaven awaits,
then pass it down before it's too late!"

"Don't forget the children, they must come to!
They have a place in heaven, just like you!
Pour the poison into their bottles and sippie cups!
I am the only one in this world you can trust!"

As the poison runs through everyone's veins,
bodies pile high and it begins to rain.
Dead children, babies, mothers, and fathers.
Cold dead bodies drenched in water.

The rain settles and its late at night.
Then two priests arrive and approach "The Christ".
They carry flamethrowers and kerosine.
"Set the bodies on fire, then come to me."

They did everything "The Christ" said.
They burned the bodies making sure everyone's dead.
"Now its our turn, time to drink.
Don't hesitate or even think."

"It won't take long, it will be fast.
The pain is short, it won't last.
Then jump in the fire and it will be done.
Ready for the other side. Here we come!"