March 28, 1997

by Isabel - Not entered

Brick hits my head
Blood begins to drip
Evil infests the inside of my hopeless soul
Pain and agony kick the mind of Insanity that is within me
Torture droops from my lids
Anger drools at my mouth
Tears drip from my eyes
	They are all imaginary
Dried up in the desert
Irrigation is nowhere nearby
Puddles are just illusions
	Mirages of my mind
Love is the image that constantly escapes me - playing lies on my hopeful heart
Black-winged bird perches on my hand
The eyes are void and empty
	Just the my pitiful life - the way it has always been
Turn around and crash in the wall
Don’t look the other way
Keep the car in line
     with the dotted on the road
Darkness is all that is seen
Bright lights are hurting my eyes
I’m squinting into the night and I can’t help but think of the time when you almost kissed
  me
But you did - what am I doing?
What am I not saying?
Butterflies float around my body
Kissing the dead roses in my hair
The plush coffin I am in
The people that are weeping are not present
They have disappeared
	Just like in the movies
Forever drifting into outer space
Candles lit around my head
Pain pounding through my hands
	I’m gripping the sides too tightly
The fear is in my stomach
Along with the maggots that have joined me
	I did not invite them. . . what the hell are they doing here?
Crashing the party
Breaking into my soul
	Like robbers in the night that know where I lay
Why can’t you save me from them?
Wax dripping onto my cheeks
The heat feels so good
Pain is something I never feel
	I never will
Imaginary tears drip down my ugly face
Wretched is all I feel
Fat growing on my body
	At the same rate as the maggots eat away my skin
Lowered into the ground
Covered with the shitty dirt
Waves of anguish pass over me
I’m still alive!
Nails pressing into my leg
Blood begins to drip
Seeping into my mouth
The sticky taste
Not as refreshing as it seems
Maggots lick it up
They like the taste
They try to find some more
Desperate for butterflies
I need my beautiful butterflies!
Save me from the maggots that tear away my flesh
Screams emerge from my mind
I’m too shocked to speak
I won’t let the maggots get into my mouth
I don’t want them there
Make them leave!
Don’t let them overpower me!
But it’s already too late
They have conquered
	Defeated my weak being
Nails pin me down
My back aches
My body’s numb
Tingling is all I feel
Nothing seems to matter
	Nothing ever does
Don’t look at me like that!
I can’t take this shit from you!
Flames envelope my body
	The candles have tipped over
Cremated alive
I still can’t feel the pain
I said I never would
My butterflies have burned with me
I have gone to Hell
Lucifer has greeted me
He can go fuck himself
What the fuck does he know about me?!
There is nothing left. . .
Ashes to ashes. . .and dust to dust
Death is the dust, and the dust is me. . . I’m dead
For eternity

E.B.

Reason for writing:

    None given    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-05-21 21:57:06
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:07
Poem ID: 47179

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