My death

by Emma   Feb 17, 2006


This life is so lame
there is nothing but pain
My dreams are only nightmares
My wishes are your darkest fears

Kisses of poison
memory of past sin
linger in my head
as i lay down to bed

dreaming of crimson messes
only wishes for the best
as i take this sharped blade
this pain will surely fade

into nothing dark and black
as i lay here cold and blank
i feel the gates of Hell open
i take satins hand and walk with him.

**i really had a lot of problems ending it so the ending sucks

please read and comment
Thanks
Emma

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  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    Great poem, The ending was actually pretty good, Really imaginative! 5/5 i loved it ! =]

    - natz x0x

  • 18 years ago

    by Bridgette

    Hey thats really good! & the ending wasnt bad. 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Ashley Van Eperen

    Spelling*** not ending sorry.. gah

  • 18 years ago

    by Ashley Van Eperen

    Oh, and about the ending, you might just want to go through, reread ur poem, to make sure you dont have any spelling, or gramatical errors! that way you dont get 50billion comments on the same mistake.

  • 18 years ago

    by Ashley Van Eperen

    You said you had a few problems with the ending, so i thought i might be able to help...lets start with spelling...u put saints...which i sure is meant to be satin...um...and a little something to help the flow! I tell this to alot of people, because most people dont really understand..but i'm sure, that you know, when you read poetry, you come to natural pauses, and those pauses usually happen at the end of a line. "How do i know where to put a pause?" is a question that might come to mind, usualy they just happen as you write them, when you start a new thought, punctuation, and at the end of a stanza. But to help you fix your end, we are going to concentrate on the pause that starts with a new thought. Sometimes, you dont really know when that thought would start, becuase it is all sumhow connected, thru an idea. To me..this is the hardest to explain...so i thought i could just show you...

    for you...you have...

    into nothing dark and black
    as i lay here cold and blank
    i feel the gates of Hell open
    i take saints hand and walk with him.

    Now i hope this makes sence...but...this is how i would start the new "thought"

    into nothing
    dark and black
    as i lay here
    cold and blank
    i feel the gates of Hell open
    i take saints hand
    and walk with him.

    So...if that helps...yay! if it doesn't, sorry that i'm a giant loser! lol but otherwise, this poem was very emotional, and very descriptive. 4/5