Slow,
as if drugged.
Blink and miss -
those eyes are open
bottomless wells
of.
Blink and miss -
those eyes are closed
dripping tears
bloody
Hear the earth's
vibrations.
it's spinning under your feet,
everyone.
Drip
drip
drip
d r i p
Slowly. To hear the screams.
Like laughter, like tears, like singing in my ears.
Chorusing, chorusing, chorusing.
Only a whisper, only a flash
only a moment, it's gone all too fast.
Or so they would say.
So they make me pay.
I stand.
I sit.
I walk.
Silent.
Hear words, see sights,
Say nothing til the night.
Where I sleep
in an ocean
of reverberation
in an ocean
of singing.
Singing tainted with blood.
Like a rose, dripping.
Drip
drip
drip
d r i p
A flash
and it is gone.
No more.
Farewell, my dear.
The words that whisper in my dreams.
And still they talk, pointlessly.
Of guilt.
Have I none?
Of sin.
Did I not?
Of being inhuman.
Or maybe being too human -
feeling too much,
too much,
always.
...
Contempt echoing in my ears
I go to my death
at their hands.
They kept their word.
And I will die for what I've done.
The murderer is murdered,
creating another murderer.
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Okay, this was really hard to write, so I have no idea if it's actually good or not. Also, it's not meant to reflect anything I actually feel about the death penalty or whatever. I had just this crazy idea and kind of ran with it.
It's also pretty creepy. *shrugs*
- The Author (IT WASN'T ME!)
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Tell Me I'm Dreaming // poetry
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