Sta.sh
God of Suicide:
You have trapped me in a nightmare,
Which there is no allowance for awake.
But it all turns out to be fair,
Due to all nails and a stake,
I've managed to receive.
Each thud of the hammer and each gash tells a different story.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
Death is the beautiful obscure truth,
And life is just the the hideous lie.
These darkened dreams you call sick sooth,
Us and is how we get by.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
The scars and memories,
Are so beautiful in our eyes.
Each one helps us breathe.
And when we die at least we will have a mind,
Not a brainwashed brain and bloodshot eyes.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
Now little ones; take with you a note,
Written in my own blood.
Little ones don't
Cry it was my time to die after years of being strung through the mud.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
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Love this poem so much. It truly expresses what can be locked up inside and sometimes, nobody really understands. But SOMEBDOY will at least want to try and understand, so don't ever give up.