WORST DEATH

As we know death is a natural part of life, some more than others choose to speed things up a bit, while others give no fucks whatsoever about anything. Regardless, I am wanting a full, in-depth poem describing the worst way to die in your opinion, I will not tolerate anyone saying someone else is wrong in this competition, because in the end, only 5 people will get to have their poems chosen for my compilation. It will be a battle of the mind and all are welcome. Sociopaths, Sadists, Masochists, Psychopaths, and so on. Now to business. In the next contest I start, I will take the five people who have the worst ways to die and I will ask you to pit yourselves against each other by writing the worst nightmare imaginable. And I will call for a vote. My decision will be based on the opinions of others, not by mine Ready. GO!!!!

enjoy my poem of death. i say drowning is the worst

as your lungs fill up
the day turns to night
i feel the sensation
feel my body slipping
but i fight
i fight past my last breath
it has been taken
an i am still feeling
feeling th consciousness fading
feeling my lungs feel up with water
i cant breath
a screm of terror stuck in my throught
the terror
my life slipping
so much pain
too much pain
finally
oh finally
i am gone

the worst death? I'm a martial artist and I have trained my body as a weapon. The worst way to die in my opinion would be by the bullet, because then I would die knowing my life had been a complete waste. On my dying day, I would have been humiliated in the worst way possible by not having to be able to at least fight for my right to live. being shot by a bullet to me is the equivalent to rape, because it is just straight up humiliating and degrading as a martial artist. I'd rather burn at the stake than get shot dead by a gun. And no, I'm not putting this into poetic form, because I don't care about winning this competition, I just want to state my opinion. In fact I think I will put this into a poem and publish it onto DU, but not on this competition because I don't want to.

Gun

put a gun in my mouth
but didn't pull the trigger
with fear my lips trembled
and tears streamed down my face
across my mind the world flashed
brilliant colors of blue and green
swirling into shadows of black and grey
faces appear then spiral away
casting demon smiles
dashed by the shuffling madness
lights splash into my eyes
like liquid fire burning visions into my mind
hemorrhaging into my psyche
clots of reality clog my sanity
rational thoughts no longer flow
but are cast into the madness
lost forever within the shadows
the world happens... life runs... flows
twisting... turning and spinning
contorting itself into a sinister form of reality
life moves at an alarming rate
dashing here to there
turning itself inside out and back again
exposing its inner workings
the heart has a voice and it screams
silently sometimes bursting at the seems
thoughts have fluidity
acidic and corrosive
burning holes though the brain
the heart the emotions
clinging the soul and scorching the spirit
words have life... breathing
spitting poison in the face
of anyone who will listen
breathing fire upon ice
cold hearts turn molten only to freeze again
aching and frostbitten
scalded but still beating
the twisting darkness bores through my head
creating tunnels and paths that bleed
blood flows free
each new hole path or tunel
a memory that should be forgotten
a past that spits in the face of the present
poison that is absorbed... ingested
regurgitated and swallowed again
dissolving and devouring everything
tearing through... ripping and slashing
thoughts as sharp as razors
silent self destruction

THe worst death, to me, would be drowning with out being able to become unconsious. having to feel your lungs in pain and the oxygen leaving your body.

NECROMANCER

Fearless, as most youth can be,
I abased my dose of purity.
Spent all of my days trying to conquer the night
With reckless curiosity,
I courted Death with intensity
And shunned all chaperones, save pure Delight.
I did not heed the mourning dove
Or the consequence of requited love,
Convinced that I was somehow born invincible.
I committed the worst of crimes,
Social suicide so many times
That even my ghost has now become invisible.