Numb, Gutted, and Dead

By andhaka

Beating, clawing, whimpering inside
Breathing still, though the soul has died
Anguish, hatred, and a dash of fear
Turned to dirt what once was clear
Resting in an empty grave
Timorous spirit, though appearing brave
Just a moment to change to it all
Walking free before hitting a wall
Heart slaughtered in a perpetual war  
Immersed in masochistic gore
Like rotting flesh of dead prey
Bit by bit I begin to decay
Starting from the sightless eye
Oh all the filth that they did spy
Engorging next the vacant brain
Inch by inch I go insane
Finally comes my shredded heart
Little by little torn apart
I lay here numb, gutted, and dead
Lifeless eyes staring ahead 

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Copyright 2013 andhaka
Published on Friday, May 24, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Just going through life and looking ahead without any real aspiration.
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  • A former member wrote: Very dark and real! ^.^ The rhyming was spot-on as well.

  • Kristoff On Wednesday, June 19, 2013, Kristoff (37)By person wrote:

    I like this poem, yet another good work by you... You seem to be one of those rare people who can stay the same caliber over time! Keep it up :)

  • andhaka On Wednesday, June 19, 2013, andhaka (168)By person wrote:

    Thanks you're too sweet :) Glad u liked it

  • A former member wrote: This poem put me in a black haze with red splotches all over. Beautifully written in my humble opinion. In writing, I must say you definitely chose the right outlet.

  • andhaka On Tuesday, June 18, 2013, andhaka (168)By person wrote:

    Thanks i'm glad you liked it : )

  • andhaka On Thursday, May 30, 2013, andhaka (168)By person wrote:

    haha i can see how a dead fish would come to mind : ) and the picture is a drawing by one of my friends, its woman whose lips have a been shut by a lock... seemed sort of fitting to me lol. thanks for the wonderful comments < 3

  • dwells On Thursday, May 30, 2013, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Every time I clean a fish I feel the same way (HA!) - great title. Certainly things are dark but not impenetrable, keep writing and cool carabineer in your lips is that?

  • dwells On Thursday, May 30, 2013, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Cheers Andhaka and this was worthy of a second comment. Where did everybody go? (happens sometimes) - no rhyme or reason, like some of my poetry.

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