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
Published on Saturday, July 10, 2010.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This poem was written shortly after the events that transpired in "Black Rose".
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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).

  • lupus tenebrae On Monday, July 12, 2010, lupus tenebrae (872)By person wrote:

    Probably one of my favorite suicide writes, the vision of the withered roses on the floor was superb, well written piece man. Scholar

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