Demise by the hour

Demise by the hour

A Poem by London Calling
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Paying for suicide? Profitable business if you ask me.

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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 Calling


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Intense. There is drama and immediacy here. The flourescent smile seems mocking and there is arch-humour in the kit not being sterile. The tears and the venom dance well together creating a highly symbolic relationship, with liquid often seen to represent emotions, in this case sadness and despair. There is a feeling warm life being replaced by cold life also. Tere is vision, touch and hearing in the last verse ... and an enigma at the end. To be alone cld mean death I suppose, but to be alone can also be a calm way to be, esp in a mad world.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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A very strong emotional piece. A dark and forboding tale of a suicide painting a clearer than day picture of the scene before us. To be alone on the final streach to be peaceful you really have created something special here

Posted 14 Years Ago


For sheer originality alone, this is pretty good! The flow is generally fine, and yet, it seems slightly stilted at times? In England, the so-called "assisted suicide" issue, has been in the news quite a bit, over recent days. Were you inspired to write it, for that reason, may I ask?

In some respects, this almost seems like a parody? But then, I suppose it is! Certainly, another interesting poem. Thankyou, for adding this to my Group, "Twilight's Disciples"!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Intense. There is drama and immediacy here. The flourescent smile seems mocking and there is arch-humour in the kit not being sterile. The tears and the venom dance well together creating a highly symbolic relationship, with liquid often seen to represent emotions, in this case sadness and despair. There is a feeling warm life being replaced by cold life also. Tere is vision, touch and hearing in the last verse ... and an enigma at the end. To be alone cld mean death I suppose, but to be alone can also be a calm way to be, esp in a mad world.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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