Thread: Lingering effects

Overtures of grotesque corpse voice’s sing gaily in her mind
She began to forget her mean, her reason for living
The soul that once thrived within her ran away with
Now she, as everyone else, is an empty coffin of lost hopes

Another mutilation brings life to her body, almost electric
More blood dripping and pooling at her feet makes her breath catch
The correlation between hand and razor leave more dark lines
So carelessly ignoring in the stifled cries of her wants and needs

The barbed wire constraints of her broken reality tighten ever more
A smile cracks the sealed closures of her pasty lips
She lost the girl she knew and replaced her with a razor
A crimson waterfall flows endlessly out of hollow, dusty veins

So enraptured by her slow suicide that she can’t see she’s a ghost
Her discarded, pale body lying deceased on the floor before her is invisible
The ethereal glow her floating body casts over the walls remains blind to her
So consumed in cutting away all the sorrow and tears that stained her body

Her self-made death was superficial, she died the first night the blood hit the floor
Already was her life stolen by a razor masquerading as the faceless blurs she knew
They threw her away into the fires; she could never defy Fate or her will
The flesh she held captive was never really there to be held

The marred body she called home lay in shambles, torn by her false carnage
However, her soul, her spirit lay flawless, seemingly untouched
The will she forgot stood bravely and stared the razor at the edge
And when the blood was washed away her will lay intact, asleep

The Fate she threw away did not punish her twisted mind
Rather, it sent her away to solitude and desolation, by herself eternally
Left without her precious, her everything she cannot rip apart the wrong etched into her
Even if she was granted her savior the will that hides in her would keep her from bliss

The body she left behind devastated her most loved and cherished ones
All the wounds seemed connected but never once did the touched
Her blood told a story across the room and her body but the words were unreadable
Silent prayers that could never reach her ears were sent to her aid

In her field of happy tree and artificial clouds she screamed and screamed
The need to die and die again all but eating at her hiding soul
If there truly was some bit of mercy flying around the universe it would grant her death
Of course, there is not so she must live on in her suffocated body

Running away from the bent corpses’ bodies that litter her field and reality
Running so much that she cannot see she herself as a reflection of the bodies taunting her
Crying unheard tears of regret to an uncaring and evil overlord for her wanted suicide
She is stuck in her field of fated consequence and there she shall stay, always and forever

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I'm really sorry if there are some errors in spelling and whatnot, it's just I'm really tired right now and I have no idea how I haven't passed out on the keyboard yet.

Ahem, as far as the poem goes, this is first piece I've written in a long while. Yeah, I've started other poems and tried at continuing my story by I always ended up erasing whatever I wrote 'cause it sucked.. then this idea came along and bam, I started and completed a poem that I actually like..

So as I always say, enjoy and if you see any errors inform me, thanks a ton.