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I am Death
I am Death
Everything I touch dies
Everything I hug withers away
Everything I love melts into the void
This is punishment
I don't know what I have done to deserve this, but I have done something. I always do everything wrong.
So I have to walk the earth knowing that I can never get close to anyone, that everyone whom I open my heart to dies a tragic death because of me.
The deaths are never my fault, I have nothing to do with them.
But my presence alone is one of darkness and gloom
If I didn't exist, woud they still die...?
All the faults in life rest on my shoulders, and my shoulders alone.
I am sorry, blame everything on me.
If some one dies on the other side of the world, thousands of miles away, it's all my fault.
I breathe, and hundreds die
I cry, and sprout a tsunami
I am but a plague on life.
I am the source of it all
I cause the nightmare that I can't ecsape from.
I am Death
I read it, like it, but I
I read it, like it, but I am not afraid. I never withered from a hug, but my love has fallen into voids. Some of your imagery was wonderful. However, in the end I was thinking, bet she has friends still – who will bleed for her, cry for her, and embrace her no matter what the risks.
“Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still …”
Excerpt From: Spirits of the Dead
by Edgar Allan Poe
good poem quite dark but
good poem quite dark but enjoyable with an under tone of self loathing. thankyou for sharing your work
Thank you :)
Thank you :)
~Love, Poisonous