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Life Plays With Death

I’ve been needing your lies

I’ve been craving your poison

I’ve been missing your demons

I’ve been loving your hater

While I was playing with death

While it was fucking me upside down

While I was freezing face to hell

I’ve been moaning your name

When my hands were trembling

When my soul was jumping

When my veins were twisting

I howled your April’s farewell

Once Azrael was invited

And the sky was open

Then my mind got naked

Your shadow was my only Savior

My voice was resonating

But from your ears was forbidden

My snow capped depth was on the summit of its alp

Pleading you to be its shield

That’s when you threw it into a dark swamp

Claiming that you were lost in a blinded place

Everything was mute and your bones were broke

But I saw you secretly radiating in a crystal ball

You thought I’m nowhere nearer

Was it amusing to fool a downcast lifer?

You were pushing my destiny to its sharp ending chapter

Below the belts freedom was dedicated to a shrewd sinner

Meanwhile I’ve been taken to where nothing left to catch

Failures over the time of my rotten life have built my forgotten grave

Gloomy butterflies surrounded my sick grove

No flowers to bloom no hope to suck

No words to draw no feelings to touch

No time to rush no remorse to scratch

The door of paradise was barely visible

But the clouds drove me to a fiery jungle

I begged life to be my sucker

One last elegiac parting with winter

But death was an invincible fighter

Loneliness was feeding my blur future

Chiselling out my anxiety within four blank walls

Then stirred up a wild storm of toxic fears

Moving on was the synonym of stuck in a rut

A sterile heart gave up on its darned patience

Charcoaled love erased its existence

Dry tears chained to these anorexic cheeks

You shutdown the light you once heated up

Now I’m sober yet drunk on my coma

Trying to perforate your karma

While cleaning up my ugly Fantasia.

Where I was your moon and you were my star
Written by PYGsWhisper (PYGs Whisper)
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Author's Note
As a poet, I believe that my voice needs to be heard and my experiences need to be written,This poem is all about ME, is all about my battle with my illness last year, it was a result of many years of ups and down, many years of sadness, mental breakdown and depression, nothing is clear nothing is the same anymore and I don't know where am i going from here, the only reality that I can't cover up or deny is the fact that I’m still alive.. miraculously..
I don't have anything else to say, I’ll let my poem talk about my biggest disappointments...
I can’t promise that I’ll come back the same, a part of me is already dead but I’ll let my pen mess with all the criminals who killed my vibe.
-PYG's Whisper
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