Deaths chaotic peace

by UtterlyAlive   Mar 11, 2014


Her lips uttered a harmonic rhythm of death,
And her eyes reflected the dark sorrow seeping from her soul.
She waited as the moment enticed her,
Watched as the shadows creeped around her throat,
Their unforgivable grasp,
Forcing the remaining light from her body.
The cuts penetrated deeper,
until cold blood covered her convulsing body,
And saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth
She was being asphyxiated by her own pain.
She spat all remaining sanity into the wind,
A mix of blood and inhuman, gargled sounds.
Their hands led hers to the dagger beside her body,
And hissed as she plunged it into her chest.
In a fluid motion they penetrated her skin,
Leaving darkness in her veins.
Blood erupted from her chest and poured into her lungs.
Each breath left her choking,
As bloody saliva coated her throat.
She could feel them moving,
Feel their black void.
They burned her soul and watched the fire through her eyes,
Until it died and left only vacant darkness
And with that, they left the way they came,
Through empty song and vast uncertainty.
The gargling stopped
The choking stopped
The breathing stopped
She had found her peace

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  • 10 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Excellent write

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    The title honestly is perfect I feel because it goes with the poem well. It really doesn't draw attention and with the metaphor you wrote it flows smoothly. I thought the wording was great because the lines connect so very well as well. The story is vivid and beautiful. Though quiet dark you pulled me in as the reader and made me stay. Great work for that. Now for the poem.

    Wow this is sad and dark. The first thing I will say is that death here seems to be your escape and your friend. The wording you used is dark but great because you placed words through oyt to enhance the poem :) anyway as the story enfolds you show more of the sadness of this personality and the hurt and pain they feel. It seems like all of this hurt has been built up and in this one day or night they finally decided to end it all. The knife is easy but it seems like this person was a cutter before so they are used to that feeling. The blood is just pouring out. The lines are so immense and intense. I like how through out there is sadness and at the very end there is a glimmer of hope when death was that last step to be free. Anyway. I like how you write about how death is not bad. We fear it but this person did not. Great write dear!

  • 10 years ago

    by Invisibly Awesome

    Love the vividness, Awesome poem.

  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Cool poem the image was perfect very dark

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