As Death Waits *Mature Readers*


                     It occurs to me that my methodology is quite different than most. I have always favored the cryptic style. That mysterious sentence that could mean two different things, taken in two different perspectives. I also believe that more could be said in less amount of words. Writing has always been a cruel mistress for me. Often tormenting me with no satisfaction, just more demons I ultimately hide away in my closet and leave it to the poet, to be the worst critique of them all.

 

As Death Waits

 

They say I'm out of my mind,

I would agree with the horrors I find.

Skull fucked out of my head with voices that say I should be dead.

Invisible to their pitied eye, surfing the rush until I die

 

Death sat waiting at the table

devouring history's next great fable.

His pale leathery skin, fails to hide it's every sin.

Then there is you who is very blue, mortal and smart sort of

you know a thing or two maybe even how to tie your shoe.

 

When you face the devil in the midnight hour.

No where to run, no where to hide. Stand or cower?”

 

Once again I played the roll of the fool

and watched this universe be cruel

tormenting me with false hope

lost in a dream, strung out on dope.

Do I even stand a chance?

Dragged to hell lost in a glance.

 

They will never truly understand me,

or the colors that I see, tripping on purple rainbows.

Full of sarcasm and cheap blows.

In the middle of the orgy

a blood thirsty frenzy for the righteous clergy.

All eager and willing to prove themselves worthy

a sick game for those who invented the sadist's charity.

 

In the culture of death we invite demons into our playrooms

there is a crying wolf, as my pleas echo in our hallow tombs.

Obsessed in the quest for complete numbness

I confess that I am depressed trying hard not to regress.

 

We all dream of those fairytales

to cast off our burdens to set sail,

however surrounded by assholes and bitches

a society blood thirsty and vicious

The desire to escape, to flee becomes too great

A bullet in the brain, a sobering thought to keep me sane”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was going to post the first paragraph here, however considering it was intended to be a creative writing piece I decided to leave it in with the poem itself. As for the poem, It's probably one of my more darker pieces I've written to date. I am quite proud of this as it speaks to many of my thoughts and emotions. Your thoughts?

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Elfy's picture

Im sorry you have to feel all

Im sorry you have to feel all of those emotions and think all of those thoughts. But it is life i supose, and thats how it goes.
keep fighting threw it, and always keep writing, your one of the most talented writers.


-Elfy*

MatthewWayne's picture

as always thank you for your

as always thank you for your kind words, but most talented writers is by far giving me way too much credit but thank you again


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

Elfy's picture

well its my oppion, and i

well its my oppion, and i never give more credit then what i think is due.


-Elfy*

allets's picture

Credit

When credit is due, you have to pay up and these lines make me quiver inside. It is about what you leave for the reader and I love where your writing is headed. Critique: when you learn to put strong adjectives and adverbs in front of in your face nouns and verbs, we will ingeniously have exceptional condensation of text - less is more, length is not the goal, clarity is.~~A


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MatthewWayne's picture

as always I love your

as always I love your feedback! it always helps me grow but will be honest, I failed english in school. Spelling, grammar are some of my worst enemies. I get away with being able to write with spellcheck. I throw in specail characters where ever and whenever I feel I can get away with it, I know very little on adjectives and adverbs so when you say "when you learn to put strong adjectives and adverbs in front of in your face nouns and verbs" I have no idea what you are meaning... but when you say "less is more, length is not the goal, clairty is" that I fully understand... Poetry has always been a passion of mine due to this simple but beautiful fact, less is more.... you can tell an entire love story in just one little poem and being someone who always trips over their words, can never capture that exact expression to say, its been poetry and writing that has bridged that gap for me.


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne