My last breath

Release me

Oh sweet death,
You are the cure
For all diseases.

Give me now release,
Free me of this grief
And part me from my beast.

Take me now on your cosmic ride,
The one I've always searched to find,
Open up my third eye.

Father, Mother I feel no pain,
Your tiles will clean up nice, from
The blood spilt from my open vein.

Dark red trickles, trickles down his arm.
A specail little secret, we know it as self harm.
dark red anger, builds up deep inside.
He's got to let these feeling out, but to who
Can he confide? Thin silver blade, is the only
Friend that he can trust, the only friend that he can turn to,
when life becomes to much
Long black sleeves, to cover up his pain,
Hides all of his relief, to make believe that he's The
same.

See the rays of sunlight, they shine upon his scares
Reaching for that broken smile, among the hidden
Stares. Here the tear drops, falling from his eyes,
Believe my hidden secrets, and tell my stolen lies.
Bring me to the surface, give me air to breath, let me
See the sorrow, upon my broken dreams..

By darkheartmagic

Six shots and Some Kool-aide.

They told me not to do it.
They told me I'd be fine,
that I just needed time.

Time to figure out who I am,
what I am,
what I stand for, too.

They lied.
I drank the kool-aide and I followed along.
I played their game for too long.
Like a good girl,
a good little sheep.
Now they'll find me crumbled in a heap.

I always thought this was how I would go,
I always knew I would put on a show.
Blood splattered on the door,
maybe some brain matter on the floor.

Now, here I am, with six holes in my head.
I'm finally dead.

and "Good" was the last thing I ever said.

Goodnight World    


The ferris wheel
is in black and white
I can feel
the air is tight
as it turns
under a solar eclipse
that still burns
now the day is night .


Slow motion sounds
echoes of a fist
that pounds
lips gently kiss
goodnight to a done sound
we're all dead
hello hell hounds
hydrated heads
implode to a new found
earthen beds uproot the
soil of black
as bones walk around
into shape they crack
judgement day
is abound
there is no way
of ever going back

LONELY DEATH

I can see her face
So far away
Wreathed in sun and lace
Upon the day
She beckons me
Come to her
I cannot see
The path through the murk
She was lost
So long ago
Such a cost
In the undertow
I remember
Her gasping breath
Now I dismember
Til my lonely death

My Last Goodbye

I sit in silence contemplating my next course of action
I already took the pills
much to my satisfaction
now I wait to float to the green-rolling hills

I long to go to my final escape
where beings of all backgrounds, races, cultures, and ages
may come to visit and play
I would meet the wise, old sage

and would be reunited with my dear mother
how I have missed her so
I love her like no other
I can wait no longer to go

I feel the deadly sleep sinking in to my veins
there is no one else left to live for
I stumble out into the hallway
and just barely make it out the door

I wander into the backyard in the rain
and see the beautiful moonlight
I take my last breath and know I'll never rise from the ground again
This is the day I can finally say goodbye and know I'll be all right

The clock is ticking away along with my heartbeat
Tick tock, Tick tock, bleeding out with every tick from the clock
Time is running out and there’s no way I can retreat
Realizing that my time has come, I can’t get over the shock

Each second, another beat brings me closer to death
Frantically lying on the tile floor, as the warmth slowly fades
The final scene in this performance, more tragic than Macbeth
The thought of my loved ones rushes my mind and invades

Who is going to have the misfortune to discover such a terrible mess?
Who will explain what travesty has occurred this late night?
What kind of secrets will my former shell be able to confess?
Staring aimlessly, I begin to focus above the vanity at the dim light

A fair representation of my current state at this moment
A man who tried to make a living, burned out before his prime
A chuckle emerges from closed lips as the silence is allowed to be broken
 With a final statement made, I pronounce “I guess this is my time”

Covering my eyes with blood soaked hands I begin to cry
This isn’t fair, why was I cursed with a life of bad decisions?
It’s too late now, the arms sliced open, I begin to ask god why?
Blackness overwhelms me in eternal sleep. No time for revisions

Each breath becomes harder and harder as I cough up blood
The chest constricts me as my heart beat crawls to a stop
My arms spill out the last ounce out on the tile like a flood
The tears running down my cheek is the last thing I feel as I draw

MY LAST BREATH….

I guess no one won?

Yay I forgot all about this one

sorry. wrong contest.