Best Hopedeath Poems
My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom
Shadows of death and miseries loom
I wish I could try and fight
The stench of death and darkness of night
Many thoughts bewilder my soul
My heart bleeds through a jagged hole
Why do I have to kill to live?
Why don’t I have happiness to give?
My heart screams for an explanation
My soul cries for salvation
Why is my hand smeared in blood?
Why is everyone around me dead?
I walk through the graveyard of people I killed
Was this the death that god willed
Why was I the harbinger of death?
Why was it me who laid them to rest?
I live a life that I rather not dare
My nights are an endless nightmare
Why can’t I be released from this living hell?
Why don’t I have someone to tell?
Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry?
All I ask my God is sanity
All I need from me is humanity
I have killed to live, I have lived to kill
Done acts I am not proud of
Will I ever have peace to gain?
Or will I need death to live again
Tell me lord; am I not your child?
Weren’t they too, because of me who died?
Was it my fault that I had a gun?
Why didn’t I have a place to run?
Questions in my mind abound
My dreams come back at night to hound
My only release I know is death
I hope it comes soon and me it gets
When death smiles at me with all its charms
I will lie with glee in its waiting arms
Then for sure my soul will be free
And those of the people murdered by me.
We were alive once,
when compassion surrendered identity;
and understanding held no expectation.
Alive in a world of innocence.
A hundred times we've heard these words of rescue,
giving aid for the death of our innocence.
Wisdom crying pleads of reason,
only to be held by the remorse of betrayal
It was then we clung,
from necessity, to our truth.
To our common defiance.
Together we are strong in our independence,
in our since of wisdom.
Slaves to our own arrogance.
Even marching to death we hold strong.
And so we unknowingly pray
Gods of our perception,
we commission.
Lead us to death in our eternal union...
All is lost when innocence is gone and defiance remains
You wish to die,
You wish to be gone forever,
But things can change,
change its course.
You cut your arms,
to feel the pain.
You hide in the dark,
to be alone.
You see your reflection,
then break the glass.
But your death wish wont come,
It will only come,
when its ready.
You love the look of a grave site,
because you wish to be in it.
You dress in black,
and stay away from society,
but your death wish wont come.
So leave it to death,
When its ready to come,
cause before you know it,
You will be gone soon...