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Your Last Exit

DowecheatemnhowDowecheatemnhow Posts: 158
edited January 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The cold feel of metal against your skull.
You hate you, you hate me, you hate all.
-I said no, you said yes-
Trembling fingers, gingerly toying with your life.
You hate, but life? Breath?
No one there,
Caring,
Loving.
No one with mercy, or any thought
For anyone but themselves.
You hate them, too.
-I would stop you, but I am not there:
You chased me away.-
Anger,
Frustration,
Hate.
Boiling in your soul,
A witches' brew, slowly stealing
Your breath,
Your heart.
Your grip tightens, resolve
Lending strength to your will.
Will to release.
-You are on the brink, I cannot watch.-
Silent prayers,
Falling on the deaf ears
Of your selfish gods of glory.
You are convinced, by the darkness,
That you are right, all right.
-I say wrong, you say right.-
You replay our screams,
The anger. I lie asleep;
It is past midnight.
I am unaware, being blissfully in dreams- elsewhere.
Chill air through your open window.
A brief lucidity, a glimpse in your mind
Of true reality.
Normalcy scares you.
You scream.
But I do not hear it.
-I do not want to know where you are-
The temptation seizes you,
Freedom a finger's width away.
But freedom scares you;
Breath remains.
You hate me. Sudden,
Fierce,
Burning;
Physical pain. You fight
The temptation again.
Your subconscious, battling
Demons,
Ghosts,
Freedom.
-I with my power keep you from freedom.-
You cry, now, tears
Pouring down your cheeks,
Onto the piece of paper before you.
Words scribbled:
DEAR WORLD,
I HATE YOU.
-I love where I am, you hate where I am.-
You see your own words,
Mocking you.
Demon's words,
Hating you,
Inflicting pain.
The temptation comes again,
Screaming, sounding horribly like
A child in pain:
DO IT.
You, standing on a cliff,
Move your finger, and fall,
Not ending.
I hear it, an explosion in the dark,
Awakening me out of a dream-turned-nightmare.
I scream, silently, knowing your pain.
What have I done?
Who has the greater pain now?
-I live.-
I can hear what you're thinking,.. All your doubts & fears,... If U look in my eye,... In time you'll find,... the reason I'm here,.. In time U may come back somday,.. To live once more-- or die once more-- In time your time,... will be no more,...
Johnny Cash (to Frank Castle/The Punisher)
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Comments

  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    That was powerful and sad, Dowecheatemnhow. I liked the struggle and that I was left wondering--was it a dream or was it real?? It kinda even reminds me of the song, "Exit" by U2. :) And I really liked this last part: "Who has the greater pain now? -I live.-" Good schtuff!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
    Ouch too hot. This left me reaching out. In hoping it was a dream, but knowing this is to some a reality.
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
  • DowecheatemnhowDowecheatemnhow Posts: 158
    Thanx for the input--

    it was written for a troll who knows who he his!!!!!
    I can hear what you're thinking,.. All your doubts & fears,... If U look in my eye,... In time you'll find,... the reason I'm here,.. In time U may come back somday,.. To live once more-- or die once more-- In time your time,... will be no more,...
    Johnny Cash (to Frank Castle/The Punisher)
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