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Bleeding Out
By HeadpatSlut
Bleeding Out
Standing in an empty room-
I've no place else to be-
I breathe into me this morbid gloom-
Dark Shadows, all I see.
Withered roses torn apart-
And
scattered on the floor-
Each pedal like a broken heart-
We mortals
live no more.
No longer human, I am dead-
Still drawing
mortal breath-
Tattered pedals, Black and Red-
I'm waiting for
my Death.
Blood escaping, coming fast-
Each breath I take
is strained-
I know these moments are my last-
I'm lost, with
nothing gained.
I see an image there, above me-
My lover's
radiant smile-
Eternally I know she'll love me-
I'll see her
in awhile.
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Copyright 2010 DK6_Marius
Author's Note:
This poem was written shortly after the events that transpired in "Black Rose".Comments on "Bleeding Out"
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A former member wrote:
Wow... The image of the rose petals on the floor is one of the most intense that I have come across. And I like how desperation is felt throughout the poem, until the end, where there is a hope for peace found in death. "Black Rose" and this poem can go one after another as chapters of the same story. Something like the sonnet sequence of Shakespeare (well, maybe not that long).
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On Monday, July 12, 2010, lupus tenebrae
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wrote:
Probably one of my favorite suicide writes, the vision of the withered roses on the floor was superb, well written piece man.
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