Submissions by DeadForYou
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I began writing poetry in January and my love for it grew. I'm Jess. I am gothic and my poetry is gothic. I hope you like my poems. I am always welcome to critique.
Plea To Die
I lie silently on the grass
Yet it has withered to my touch
My eyes are black with hollow love
To feel hurts too much
An angel decends silently
So precious and pure soul'd
Yet marred by an emotion inside his heart:
A hatred scarcely controlled
My eyes don't have to see to know
His hatred is for me
'Twas so raw and violently held
That my heart broke quietly
My miserable love was callously taken
Into his untrusting hand
He threw it down the the flames of Hell -
A pain I could not withstand
A scream rips through...
Yet it has withered to my touch
My eyes are black with hollow love
To feel hurts too much
An angel decends silently
So precious and pure soul'd
Yet marred by an emotion inside his heart:
A hatred scarcely controlled
My eyes don't have to see to know
His hatred is for me
'Twas so raw and violently held
That my heart broke quietly
My miserable love was callously taken
Into his untrusting hand
He threw it down the the flames of Hell -
A pain I could not withstand
A scream rips through...
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An Angel of the Devil
In a pool of my own blood
I lie upon the ground
And except my own heartbeat
There is no other sound
Just silence.
Silence through the unearthly night
Silence in the air
Singing a silent song to myself
Praying a silent prayer.
And I taste
The blood that pours from my wounds
Thick, dark and red.
Coating my tongue in a rusty salt,
So much I should be dead.
But I'm not.
I don't know why I'm still alive
When litres of blood are lost
But just to see your face...
I lie upon the ground
And except my own heartbeat
There is no other sound
Just silence.
Silence through the unearthly night
Silence in the air
Singing a silent song to myself
Praying a silent prayer.
And I taste
The blood that pours from my wounds
Thick, dark and red.
Coating my tongue in a rusty salt,
So much I should be dead.
But I'm not.
I don't know why I'm still alive
When litres of blood are lost
But just to see your face...
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You Sent Me To Hell
Night falls with a silent sigh
And upon the ground I quietly lie
One may think I stay there dead
Yet they don't see the conflict letting loose in my head.
They don't feel the pain my heart is in,
Nor the stinging sensation from the cuts in my skin.
My heart is crying tears of blood,
And I would writhe in pain if only I could.
Yet I'm held down, in chains so strong
Punishment for the fact I did wrong
The chains are built from your hate for me
They burn my skin - I'm in agony.
And so darkness descends as I lie tormented
Shards...
And upon the ground I quietly lie
One may think I stay there dead
Yet they don't see the conflict letting loose in my head.
They don't feel the pain my heart is in,
Nor the stinging sensation from the cuts in my skin.
My heart is crying tears of blood,
And I would writhe in pain if only I could.
Yet I'm held down, in chains so strong
Punishment for the fact I did wrong
The chains are built from your hate for me
They burn my skin - I'm in agony.
And so darkness descends as I lie tormented
Shards...
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