This empty darkness surrounds me
This dark tunnel with no end
This cold enveloping around me
This ongoing struggle
What is it?
Is it sleep, taking me over?
Is it a coma, shutting me for a while?
Is it a concusion, slowing my life?
Is it a stroke, cutting me off?
What is it?
What is it?
Why do I feel no pain?
Why do I see my body laying beside me?
Why do I feel dirt crushing me below?
Why do people cry when they see me?
Why do I not understand?
Why do I not remember a thing?
My thoughts are fading slowly
My breathing is fading slowly
My vision is fading slowly
Everything is fading
Leaving
Going
Erased
Slowly.
What is it?
Filling my memories
My thoughts
My family, my friends
My life.
Darkness taking over.
I try to fight it
But my protests are getting weaker
My will is getting weaker
Why am I fighting?
What am I fighting?
What is it?
Nothing bad is happening.
Just a little darkness
Filling me, taking me.
I can't help but think
One last thought
Before this darkness takes control
That's it, isn't it?
I'm dead now.
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No one knows what death is like, let's expect the worst so that we aren't too dissapointed alright?
In honor of the dead ones who are either lost forever, wandering, or chilling in heaven- they're the only ones who know what our dreaded end is like.
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Poems of Pain
PoetryWhen I feel like crap, when I feel extremely happy, when I feel pissed off- I write a poem. I pour my emotions into my poems and this is a collection of some of them. Oh yeah, and my friend's poems too. Maybe y'all can relate to a few?
