Dark cottage, quiet night
My eyes wake up, shed tears
Sleep god in my bed.
Live how u want because at the end of the day you die and nothing matters. Do what you want. Worse case scenario you die. I feel so lost and weird. I want to live but i also want to die. I don't know why I feel this way. I feel on top of the world and in hell at the same time. I don't understand why people call Suicidal or people who have committed suicide selfish when all they wanted was to be seen and heard. Yeah it hurts to lose someone but imagine how they felt before they died. They were hurt and sad but they kept a fake smile for the ones they loved. They weren't selfish it was the ones they loved who are selfish. No one cares until you're gone. Listen to the quiet ones when they say something is wrong because you never know what's going on in their heart or head. They love you but hate feeling the way they do. They want to be happy and in peace.
You can start off with a simple shot,
Or slice open your wrist, avoiding a clot.
You allow dehydration,
Or let in starvation.
You could try drowning,
Or a classic hanging…
Electrocution is an option,
But so is ingesting a toxin.
You might ensure immolation,
To invite incineration.
Jumping from a height can be done,
But so can suffocation kill someone.
why not vehicular impact,
Death on contact.
Lay on the railway,
Leave there to decay.
A drug overdose would work nicely,
But so would self strangulation, if done precisely.
Stabbing yourself can do the job,
Though slow, you refuse to sob.
There are so many ways out there…
However it happens,
I DON’T CARE.
Whether a
Stab,
Or shoot.
A cut,
Or burn.
A drown,
Or hang,
It is always my turn.
It will happen,
You all should learn!
Wet lines drawn on her cheeks
Trapped in the loneliness of sorrow
Eluding the mocking faces
She walked in the alley alone
A woman so much misspelled
her beauty was the villain-
of yesteryears , now just a scar
of perversion and abuse.
The unruly hair , the stony face
She could not be more pathetic
But who got to care these,
In this vast globe shrinking fast.
"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said,
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have
A more conventional frame
On which to hang
Your unconventionality."
"Don't push people,"
She said,
"You make yourself vulnerable."
She told me not to rhapsodise,
That it would be difficult,
Impossible, perhaps,
For me to harness my dynamism.
The tone of my work,
She said,
Is often a little dubious.
She said
She thought
That there was something wrong.
That I'm hiding
Some sad
Dark secret from the world.
"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said,
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have
A more conventional frame
On which to hang
Your unconventionality."
("Some Sad Dark Secret" was inspired by words once spoken to me by a former tutor and mentor of mine in around 1982 or '83. And my own perhaps partly fantastical reflections on them.)
loving with my heart only to be told i am not the one
loving with my soul
loving with my all
why even love at all
seeing you do not love me
the good times you remember no more
thrown away into the dark blue sea
the times we shared and you said you treasured
through thick and thin and bad weather
we weathered the storm together
now it is as you do not know me
also throw me into the dark blue sea
the dark is were i belong
i feel i guess wanted
i love the dark it relaxes me
im so use to the cold darkness
its soo dark i can barly see
its so cold n depressing
i cry in the dark
the dark is just were i want be
i stay in the dark to be hiden
i stay in the dark so no 1 can know my emotions
my feelings are lost hiden deep inside and thats how it shall stay....
im siting in this dark corner on my bed just crying
i feel so sad and alone
i rather stay in my dark room instead of places full of light
im scarried of the future and the past
i dont know why i cry so much
i just like the darkness
siting in this darkness thinking is there some 1 out there that cares that is thinking of me who wants or am i just alone with no one
im scaried today if i die would any 1 care i would hope so im just so sad and rather sit here in the dark.........
I know it’s wrong to ask but why me?
What have I done? I can't really see,
But you make it so easy for me to think evil,
So easy to make me be friends with the devil,
So dark is my mind now, it makes the black hole seems like the sun,
Nothing but darkness, evil, hatred, anger, all except fun,
If I was to listen to my mind, I would be now hanging from a tree,
That would be less painful than life, I would just be free,
If the world was to supposedly end,
I would die knowing that my life can't be mend,
If only you were in the place I am in,
U would see that all in my vision is sin,
The thoughts in my head should be illegal to think,
So to kill the thoughts, pull the trigger at my head, don't blink,
Because if u do, you'll probably miss,
And that would leave in this deep dark abyss,
It makes no more sense of my tears to let you see,
I would just leave this life and let you all be,
But there's just one spot of light in my life,
And it’s my lover, the one to make my wife,
If it wasn't for her I would now be dead,
Laying in a coffin resting my head,
She is the only thing I am living for,
But the house of darkness in my life, she can't close the door......
scared, alone
broke down on dark highway
creepy willows, hover over me
waiting for a sign of headlights
but to no avail-none
i debate to walk
slowly creeping through woods
fog thicker than lard
water gushing in open-toed shoes
till i see a dim light
wooded cabin tucked away
shadowed by redwoods
i knock-no answer
i enter cautiously
sit by fireplace as i
remove my wet shoes
there's a towel hung over rocking chair
as if waiting for methen it hits me
i've been here before
locked in a closet
by some crazed maniac
i slowly step to the closet door
turn the knob
crouched in corner
scared, alone
looking into my eyes
another young soul
taken before her time
i retrace my steps
and remember when i was 16
driving down this dark highway
when my car broke down
thinking someone would help
waking to being tied and tortured
till i no longer breathed
scared and alone
karen croft
Conquest by everything dark and dismal
Fortress of the deep runs black and deadly
Horrors brought to the surface burns
Try to hide behind the churning blanket
The dark hole bleeds with endless souls
And corrupted bleak pained hated eyes
Terrify even the most glorious heroes
Maybe hell would be a vacation from this fate
Horrid pains plague the hearts of the wary
Torture leads those lost to the gates of destruction
Never will I tarry anywhere near terror
Maybe someday I’ll get out of this fiery death
Russell Sivey
So this dark redeems me
All the pain burns my hatred away
And as the sun becomes nothing
So does my sight turn to dust and decay
For the lust I’ve been wanting
For the wanting that lusts for my life
I proclaim my deception
For deception to pull you inside
Eternity in a riddle
The paradoxes that plague every noise
Too alive for the lessons
But far too dead to believe there’s a choice
And ever realising
That the world can not take what I am
For if I was to end this
I would awake with the strength of the damned
So this dark redeems me
All the silence you hold will be mine
And as the moon becomes nothing
So do my crimes eclipse the horror I find
Ethereal day
where sunshine invades the day
white cloud , dark eye
these visions
how they comply
and lastly impress golden virtues
to the express
or expressly
sent to the soul
with the broken heart
who will seep and seep
like dripping water
whose droplets will meet the floor in puddles
deep puddles
that will crowd the floor
like pool of tears who shower and make fears
known to all who are drenched in there outlets
but my dark eyes will keep blind and not
show the sadness that lurks in my mind
but instead live the day the ethereal day
where sunshine will invade the day
and my likely skill will fake a smile
for this day.
In the dark moments of morning, as the sun is yet to rise
A faceless form awakens, inspiring chilling cries
It lurks within the darkness, while unaware, we sleep
As many then fall victim in the dormant hours they keep
The moonlight beckons wandering, as it hauntingly entreats
Selecting its new victims from the souls that dare to meet
With charm and a seduction, it entices all who are about
After giving a quick salutation, they then give in to shout
The faceless form then takes from them, all it really needs
Taking from them blood of life, on which it only feeds
A curse bestowed in days of yore, when one had fed on it
Living on, in death’s cold grasp, because of once been bit
Alone it ever wanders, through the dark corridors of life
Invading all our nightmares, with stabs there like a knife
Sad though, all it really wants then, is to live and to be seen
For it must live its life alone, in the hours, in between
I heard my Saviiour,
At the dark gate of Gethsemane,
A wondrous song He sang,
And sweet to remember.
He said, I am in this,
Nearer to the Cup of Calvary,
Through which salvation,
Must come to all mankind,
All alone having been deserted,
I heard my Saviour sing,
In the greatest hour of His need,
In the dark Gethsemane.
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