this death

By vamp_111

shadows
and there demons
have me cornered
feasting on my soul...
devouring everything
everything i ever had
the little confidence i had
all gone.
the happy memories
dissaprered.
the tinyest speck of love
vanished.
no emotion...

those shadows
and there demons
well
they've finished their meal now...
they left me
here
emotionless
lifeless
dead.
only this is the worst death
becuase this death
keeps you living
it makes every gasp of air hurt
like fire in your lungs
it makes you stay
and watch your world, your freinds, your family
just simply crumble
and it prevents you from being able to do anything about it
left
so helplessly...

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Published on Wednesday, February 27, 2019. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "this death"

On Monday, September 16, 2019, sadistic intent hex (206) wrote:

feels like your writing of a wound that just won't heel your comment it makes every breath hurt like fire in the lungs paint a picture of complete misery.
On Wednesday, April 10, 2019, Divine hell (238) wrote:

This whole poem is gut punch at least for me, I really enjoyed how you put this together sweet write
On Wednesday, March 27, 2019, sTr8-jAcKeT (697) wrote:

Pretty deep writing, from the gut & raw. Good jobber.