Death

This World is Dead

There's a dark moon rising overhead
And as it does it blacks out all the sun
Can you see the horror as you realize we've got nowhere left to run?
Violence and anger break out - suicide is at an all time high
There's nothing left for you to do - this planet begins to die

But if you asked me what it meant
Personally I'd tell you it's the way it's supposed to be
But what would you expect - any more, any less
A few years back you never gave a shit
So when the sea-bed blankets this country
And the sky is falling down
Your one option left is but to die

DIE!!!

You're thinking back at things you could've done differently
And now you wanna try - hey, don't we all
All ov the time we simply say we will - false words like heroes fall
This world won't listen anymore

This world is dead...

FUCKED!!!

~''Who cares, get over it!'' -*--The Precious words ~

Tired she is of crying
The amount of energy it takes
For her to open her eyes each day
Veins are dying
From all the razor blade scrapes

She's been infected with the death bug
''Poor little Anne''
They mock in sarcasm

Anne is dying
Yet everyone laughs as they believe
that Anne laughs WITH
They just don't know that

Anne is dying
They stay quiet at the funeral
They did know
They just didn't give a sh*t.

The excuse is over.
The mind vaporizes
in echo wisps of impending completion.
No more trips to the mall,
no more visits to burger Christ
in delirium of sanctity.

It was a good run,
but you can't take your sofa with you,
not this time.

prepare to be removed, those fainting breaths
by the gold telephone.

It's time to leave,
and there's nothing you can do about it

Take too many pills, just this once
ease the ache, erase the pain
Wrap the cord a little tighter
around my neck, step off the chair
Stop breathing into the pillow
please, no more, take my air
Stand on the ledge and just fall
fall, fall, to the depths
no one would miss, or care
but that's not all true
the pain wouldn't stop, but be transferred
and I could never do that
no, stop these thoughts
though oh how inviting they become
cleanse my mind of memories
the past,the pain, the abuse
heartache and misery no longer rule
please, let me go, let this drown
but I don't want to die anymore
I just don't want to go on

Brilliant!

Beautifully written.  I completely agree with your sentiment.  Well done!

yester now (old work)

my shallow gasp
getting faint
your mellow whisper  
in crescendoes
     
tears you see
love's love
flowing conscious
your memoirs
     
grief you suffer
the span
of a falling leaf  
to earth
     
pollens travel
jubilee birth
a flower withers
a cycle served
     
mors inevitabilis est,  
et hora ejus incerta
     
vigor afterglow
the sun had past
let it go
sleep to my lullaby
     
curious stallion
galloping with grace
stumbles upon a lovely view    
her stride slackening    
     
da-dap da-dap  
the sound
slowing down
it was yester now

Death Smiles

Designer jeans, tight shirts
biceps hardened by daring games
on water sports and Harley bikes
they reign supreme on highways

running over cats and kids
Cannot stop, they live for speed

Burly, more than 200 pounds
Bandanas covering their hair
steering trucks and trailers
through lonely roads, cross country

sometimes they fall asleep
cause a pile up, kill a few people

Drunk and driving, nice people
grow dizzy as they struggle home
Singing along happily to the radio
five other passengers cling on

They hit a tree, and everyone died
Except the driver who was drunk

Death has a lot of assistants
they even work for free
so scytheman just smiles
handing out rewards.

Who Killed Me

As my life is snatched away from me
 
A mystery is born
 
The one to blame for this tragedy
 
Is amongst the ones who mourn
 
 
 
I have to solve this mystery
 
Although I’m just a ghost
 
And ill make sure the one that did this
 
Is the one who mourns the most
 
 
 
At the fall of dusk
 
My life is dust
 
Swept away by deaths black broom
 
To the dust bin of forgotten ones
 
Waiting for the tomb
 
 
 
Silent and invisible I glide around the room
 
Now’s the time that I will find
 
The one responsible for my doom
 
 
 
Maybe it was an enemy
 
Who took away my health
 
But I don’t think I had one
 
Except of course myself
 
 
 
Maybe it was a friend
 
Who brought about the end
 
But that’s just one thing
 
I couldn’t comprehend
 
 
 
Maybe it was the girl I loved
 
Who stole my breath from me
 
For I once told her that her love
 
Will be the death of me
 
 
 
Maybe it was a maiden fair
 
Who broke my heart beyond repair
 
And took away my peace
 
Maybe that’s why I’m deceased
 
 
 
 
 
 
There are so many suspects
 
So many alibis
 
Its hard to figure out the truth
 
Amongst so many lies
 
Is this what always happens
 
Every time somebody dies?
 
 
 
But suddenly it hit me
 
As I opened up my eyes
 
The identity of the killer
 
May come as a surprise
 
 
 
It wasn’t my mom
 
It wasn’t my dad
 
It wasn’t the girl
 
I never had
 
It wasn’t a friend
 
It wasn’t a foe
 
It wasn’t a stranger
 
I didn’t know
 
 
 
When I opened up my eyes
 
I began to see
 
That the one who took my life away
 
Was no other than me
 
 
 
You see…
 
 
 
There’s two types of suicide
 
Few people really know
 
There’s one that kills the body
 
And one that kills the soul
 
 
 
Striped of my pride
 
I died inside
 
Now darkness takes its toll
 
 
 
The dark destroyer laughs at me
 
I did just what he was expecting
 
I hear hells angels flap their wings
 
There coming to collect me
 
And now it seems that faiths the only thing
 
That can protect me
 
 
 
But I’m not really dead
 
My life is hanging by a thread
 
And my only true redemption
 
Is the blood that was shed
 
 
 
So for me love do not grieve
 
Because this is not the end
 
And ill just live
 
And ill just breath
 
And try not to die again

With a single loud bang and scream, the mirror cracked and it was all over. There was nothing. Around me, there was nothing. Nothing but the thick fog and deep cold of the outside world. Today was just another day in hell.

I woke up to find myself in sweats, only to look outside, through the window, and see the world covered in a blanket of fog. Shuffling out of the bed, I set each of my feet upon the colder laminate flooring and steady myself upward. In my vest and boxer shorts, the chilling breeze of no origin seems to have made its way around me, reminding me that I am not welcome within this obscene and horrific world. I didn't know where I was, or who I was. All that I knew was what I felt, and all that I felt was hatred, anger and misery, without even seeing anything. Around me, in this room, is nothing. A clean white room, with simple, but empty drawers. Behind me was the bed I was just sleeping in, but oddly was already made and stonecold. I didnt hear anything and I didnt know anything for sure, but this world didnt like me. I made my way to the bedroom door and as I reached out for the handle, the echo of a child's laughter came from outside the house. I felt compelled to investigate, and so I did. Grabbing the handle of the door, I swung it open, ran as fast as I could across the landing, down the stairs and out the main front door ahead of me, somehow knowing the layout of the house. I made it out of the front door, but as soon as my foot hit the outside pavement, all I could hear was screaming. I covered my ears as tightly as I could, but within a blink, the house I was sleeping in disappeared, into the fog. The screaming stopped abruptly. Slight moans and groans came from within the fog slightly ahead of me. I began to approach the noises, very cautiously. I didnt know what to make of them, until I stepped a little closer. There, on the floor, was a woman in a scorched and still lit white dress. Her skin was badly burnt and was still burning. Her skin was slightly flaking as the seconds passed. The fumes from the combustion stank of overscented charcoal and basic liquid smoke. She didnt scream, nor did she move erratically. With slight twitchs and the moan of pain occasionally, the woman was obviously in intense agony, but had been unable to express it. Within her hand was a small mirror. Her head turned to face me quickly as I spotted the mirror. The hand holding it raised up toward me, as if she wanted me to take it. A slight few seconds passed, with me frozen on the spot. Then, with a quick decision, I decided to take it. As soon as I touched the mirror, the woman's body and her suit evaporated into thick gray-white dust, with a very loud and disturbing scream.

The mirror was now mine, but incredibly, I felt worse. As if this world hated me all the more and that was something behind me, sneaking up on me. I was too petrified to turn around, but then I realised I had a mirror. Slowly I brought it upwards toward my face, then turning the mirror side towards me. The person in the mirror was me. It had to be. Then the image began to burn.. my face in the reflection was lightly on fire and my skin began to flake off. With a single loud bang and scream, the mirror cracked and it was all over. There was nothing. Around me, there was nothing. Nothing but the thick fog and deep cold of the outside world. Today was just another day in hell.

Death.........a last sigh of relief ,
Believe or not to be believe ,
A sign of calm ,
On the skin you charm ,
So one must go with a .....
Healthy sign of grief.

Death.........a last sigh of relief ,
Believe or not to be believe ,
A sign of passion ,
Of the lust you fashion ,
So one must go with a .....
Smiley face of grief.

the itch

Sometimes life is such a bitch
that death comes along to scratch the itch
the one who from earthly life is unhitched
finds heaven in a six foot ditch