Chronicels Of My Dying Day

by SilentSuicide   May 24, 2008


FEEL the agony in my last breath
swelling into a vortex to my demise
bleeding hearts never mend
This is the Chronicles of my dying day.

HEAR the screams exploding in my head
flooding my ears with the foulest words
i cover my ears, i cover my eyes
yet it always finds a way through

TASTE the venom in my blood
the foul burning sensation down your thought
Day by day, i get carried away
Till i fall flat on my face

SEE the blood, flowing from my skin.
a river of red traces my flesh.
my skin and bones tremble away
remove my soul from this very existence

THINK about the things i say
take them to your grave
never again will my soul be the same
During the Chronicles of my dying day.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Brenden

    Wow nicely done! Intense and well written. I enjoyed how the poem is centered around the 5 senses. 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Broken Inside He only wants to hurt me

    Very intense, very emotional. i love it. great flow, great structure. 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by xxEvilAngelxx

    Creative. i like the five senses idea. its deep too. good job and keep writing :)

    xxevilangelxx

  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    THINK about the things i say
    take them to your gave
    never again will my soul be the same
    During the Chronicles of my dying day.

    THINK about the things i say
    take them to your grave
    never again will my soul be the same
    During the Chronicles of my dying day.

    did you mean grave?

    very intense poem I lke it

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