Death, We Cause

Pulse rapidly crashing against her skin. Her body crept towards utter numbness. Sounds no longer bursted through her ears. Only the deafening cries like a cat being hung by the tail, caused by the aching and craving of her blood, made it through or more like were trapped in her mind. Looking fuzzily down at her hands, she could see red blurs like splats of paint had been drenched across them. The bitter sweet taste of the hot sticky liquid touched her tongue like fire, overflowing her senses.
She groaned as a shot of terrorizing excruciating pain traveled up every inch of her body, giving her that brief moment of feeling. Salty tang filled drops that looked like rain, bursted out of her violet irises. In slow motion, she plummeted to the cracked and jutted concrete. The screams of her mind exploded, almost earsplitting as they pierced through causing her to screech and claw at whatever she could grip. The warm sticky liquid poured down around her, dying the dull lifeless grey concrete a vibrant rose red. How suiting to call it a rose red when she felt like thorns gnawed at her heart.
In pandemonium, she cackled, possessed by her own blood’s deadly desire to flow out like a river, to empty her, to end her one and only life. She savored her minutes of life that seemed to drag on making her feel the dreadful pain and truth but yet it made it harder to just let go. The more her death was prolonged the more difficult it was to just fall and crumble to her knees in complete and hopeless surrender. Whispers purred in her ear, soothing her, calling her to the forsaken after life in which awaited her arrival and demise. Peering out of the blackness of her eyelids, she could see the one that caused her utter destruction.
Standing there with a gun in hand that now fell by their side, she smiled with such bitter sweet agony but an effort on her part. She gave in to the darkness and let the voices take her soul down deep into nothingness. Closing her beautiful sorrow filled violet eyes, she let go of her stomach as the blood gushed out. Dying with a smile upon her fragile face and tear filled eyes; she was willing to have it be as long as she still could mask the agony that she felt. Always smiling, even as she was dying.
The murder stood as a black shadow, the whites of their eyes being the only intake of light you could get. No emotion, just pure coldness in their eyes. Purring gasoline on the poor girl’s almost lifeless body, the shadowy figure pulled out a lighter. The dark haunting figure’s lips parted with icy words of some sort of apology, just said so they can feel as if they are forgiven. With a flick of the orange blue flames, the lighter was thrown on to the girl’s body. One last pulse could be heard as she completely was engulfed in flames.
The figure just watched with demon eyes as the fiery grave rose high, signaling for emergency contact. They would never come though, even if the flames were so desperate to reach out and scream to the world just for the satisfaction of someone noticing. No one would notice and the unilluminated creature knew this. As the ashes of what remained of her body and the drifting ember blew off in the wind, darkness was no longer masking the cruel and corrupted murder’s face. Such a familiar face it was, so innocent and with beautiful violet eyes.
The ashes of its victim knew this face too well. Why is it that in the end the one that kills us is the one we trust most? Someone we never could of imagined or begin to ponder could take our lives and not even cry in sorrow and deserving misery. In the end, the most painful part of dying is the realization that it was you.

Metal Swing

In a park
Lonely and rusted
Resides a metal swing
And on this swing sat many children
All with fabulous dreams

Throughout the years
They came and went
Hating their memories with dread
But one little girl
With hair like coal
Wishes hers wouldn’t be dead

The only child
To not regret
Her dreams of the past
The poor little girl
That wants her memories
While everyone else forgets

In a park
Lonely and rusted
Resides a metal swing
And on this swing sits an older girl
With eyes of fearful green

So what’s the moral of this poem
Well there’s a lot you see
Maybe it is just to remind you
Of that metal swing

What becomes of a lost love

Cruelty…
That word describes me so well
Love you,
I truly do and have affection and caring times twelve
Hate me,
Sometimes I think you do just because I did not see myself with you
Kill me,
It is much simpler then having you watch and suffer too
You won’t,
I know that’s true so it must mean you love me in some insignificant way
Forgive me,
For not caring enough for being such a contradiction I know it drove you away
Horrible,
Am I really for merely choosing the one I could see myself with
Desire you,
I did and still do with a comic styled passion only if
Can we,
Just get along and be like we were before this poem begun
Never will,
That’s what I feel like we will never be done
Changed,
I did too but you’ve changed everything to prevent me from getting to you
I’m sorry,
I’ll never say a word just live this life regretting you never heard
Bye Bye,
If only it was that easy but I cannot steady till you tell me
The end,
Of only this poem for I’ll never be done as long as you hate me
Cruelty …
That truly is what this has become

What is this?

What is this?
Words covered in ink
They drip from the tip of this pen like silk
It is as if it is unpredictable
What is written are words
Then turn into sentences
They give life to paragraphs
Soon leading to details
And it’s done
No longer just ink with a curl or two here
Maybe a dot there
No its more
Its life plus death
Even fire and earth
Water with in the air
Its rain that creates tears
And soon it’s all too clear
There’s pain then love
Hatred and a smile
What is this?
It appears to be words
Or maybe its truth
Or perhaps proof
In the end it was just ink
For no one could quite tell what it was
Oh well

After all of this

Hate me…..

Do you?

What reasons?

I guess there’s plenty.

Love me……

Can you?

Why would you?

That’s a secret.

Forget me…..

Could you?

Is that possible?

It probably is.

Remember me….

Should you?

How come?

The pains immense.