A Just Death

by Coleman   Jan 27, 2006


My life means nothing now that I've lost what is dear,
For now my emotions control me and all I do is fear,
I will become again what I so much hate,
But I must accept it, for it is my fate.

I shall put down this earthly cupful of lust,
I shall now do whats in my heart and just,
The knife in my hand is my own forgotten past.
My memories are coming back so sudden, too fast.

I pierce my skin to see if I am alive,
I pierce my skin to see if I strive,
To live or die in my world of pain,
I have lost everything and nothing to gain.

I hear the blade whisper "more" the harder I press,
I hear the blade whisper "let go of your stress."
I do as it says and push even more,
And from my gash my impure blood did pour.

I ended my life that fateful night,
Knowing my death was Just and right.
The pain I put my love through was much worse,
For she had to see me ride away in that hearse.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sarah

    This poem is amazing.. full of emotion. i can sort of understand the way you feel about needing to see your blood to feel real.
    -sarah

  • 18 years ago

    by Tink

    This was really really good. Sad, but good.

  • 18 years ago

    by *Alanna*

    WOW THAT IS SO GOOD!!!! THAT IS SO DIFFERENT BUT ITS HOT. YOUR SO TALENTED KEEP ON WRITTIN. YOUR HOME GIRL
    LANEY..... YA KNOW!!!!!!1

  • 18 years ago

    by Fluffy

    That...was tuly amazing! I have absolutley no clue how you managed to make this poem sound a million and one times better then all the others I have read with the same story line. It had this constant beat to it, almost like an unforgettable song; and I could in fact really imagine speaking those very meaningful words to myself if I were in such a situation. The emotions you grasped were fantastic, and you conveyed them equally and understandabley among the rest of the powerfull phrases.
    Well done and keep up the great effort!

    Much love and God bless,
    FalLEn*-

    P.S: --When I usually leave a 'P.S' I quote most people from a certain part of their poem if it was particularly good- but here; I can't do that but i'll tell you stanzas 2,3 & 4 were amazing! =P

  • 18 years ago

    by David Marshall

    That was an awsome poem..i loked it alot...although im kinda of a squeemish person...and cant stand the sight of blood from the wrist...and that gave me an image of that...and an image of the one i love..she cutts alot...i hate it...i just want to slap her for doing it...but any way nice job 5/5 for sure

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