Demise by the hourA Poem by London CallingPaying for suicide? Profitable business if you ask me.
Demise by the hour
The coward within me screams; DON’T!
The demoralized soul begs for it.
His thud-thud feet near the death chamber,
It’s now or never kid, you will or you won’t.
The florescent smile is turned on;
“Are you ready, my dear?”
My dear? Dear God I am about to die.
What will they say when I am gone?
The sterilized torture kit is spread out,
What is the point of sterilisation, son?
Is this what you really want?
What more is there to think about?
“Deep breaths, easy now it won’t hurt…”
I feel the warm syrupy tears down my face
The cold watery venom slithers in my veins.
Flashes of memoirs being ground into dirt.
The light is on, is any one home?
I can feel the teasing licks of fire on my feet.
The only noise is screaming, is that me?
The light is gone, and I am alone.
© 2009 London CallingFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on July 28, 2009 AuthorLondon CallingJozi , Tattoos, South AfricaAboutMental person, who happens to enjoy writing. Love music with every ounce within me...(only decent music that is). Love poetry, love reading, love using the brain I was blessed with! Have a morbid.. more..Writing
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