Poem: Death or life?
Death or life.
Questions remain, the essence of life.
Relations children friends, none exist.
The blood that flows the only testament.
A silent reminder of a heart filled with strife.
Decayed rotten, the coldness death I speak.
Broken, destroyed by memories frail.
Buried deep, the scars of ruin they run.
It’s not about death, it’s rest that I seek.
Alive without purpose, reasonless wailed.
Forced to give in to what they decide.
Cowardly weak, a life not worth living.
Yet a life that I’ve lived, lost grip and failed.
Death is perhaps the risk worth to take.
Freedom from earth, and all its demons.
Yet perhaps from one hell to the next.
Smiles on their faces, life seems so fake.
The shame in living on, I just can crave.
Fears all coming alive again, torment me.
Make me feel something if only agony.
In fear for the silence of the grave.
Decayed and rotten, read my insides clear.
Like a disease spreading, my rage ensues.
Walking in slow paces, exhaling all life left.
Feel my believes, my torments, my fear.
Death or life, a question hard to bare.
Living on freely or ending it here, Reap.
Damned by the crowds around me, Sow.
I just can’t describe it, I no longer care.
Legion.
P.s. Could still use comments on.
http://help.com/post/325131-almost-th...
and
http://help.com/post/325141-poem-tears