Dealing With Death.

reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
eating away, slowley vanishing,
eating away, defacating my place
banishing me to a state
where I dont feel comfortable
making me feel weak, losing faith
in all that I've been, all that I've seen
hard to concentrate, to operate
hard to carry on,
being a shadow of your former self
feeling on the shelf
lost in the translation, no emancipation
no requition of my love
no sunshine of all above
just feeling lost in the deep
abyss I sail through
no escape to higher place
no wind to catch adrift of
we sink deeper, into the stink of
the shit sifts, as we slump
the dump beckons,
deck the floor with red carpet
we're coming down for the last time.
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    deck the floor with red carpet
    we're coming down for the last time.



    i like these lines. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
    deck the floor with red carpet
    we're coming down for the last time.



    i like these lines. :)

    Yeah I thought it was a fitting way to end my little 3 part piece.
    Can not be arsed with life no more.
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