digging my grave...

dark.rebel.life.

Singing loud and loud
i am digging myself
Into the night.
The howling is over
And standing in the graveyard
i am singing.
Singing loud and loud
Digging deep to the core.
In the realm of the night
And at the darkest hour.
(In the wink of an eye
the life sparks and fades)
And in that faint shine
i am digging my grave.
Striking hard,
Cutting deep into the heart.
It's bleeding tears.
It's bleeding rains.
i am screaming, dear...
i am screaming in pain
" i will be buried, soon! "
...
i am happy.
Soon... i can breathe free!

Reviews

[Charisma Moonfairy]

I like this a lot, a very good read and write from one goth to another.

[~crazy Beautiful~]

another creative and interesting piece of yours
it reminded my somewhat of my youth
we used to play in graveyards, night time hide and seek
my childhood fear was to fall in an open grave
it reminded me of this
fear of life not of death
fear of death not of life
we all have at least one of these fears
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Kara Emily Krantz]

intense.

'i am digging myself
Into the night."

i liked that part the best, and the repetition of it worked well too. nice ending :)

[Shelly Wiseberg]

Heavy duty! Breathing free after your gone I understand what you are saying in this poem, and have felt that way myself because from the physical body we leave behind it is like shedding the shell to open universal territory of exploration. Shelly

[KayOss]

i am digging myself
Into the night.

I love these lines. They are absolutely splendid and have moved me. I read your poem, went and did a few other things and came back. Still, these lines stuck with me.

Singing in a graveyard always evokes strong emotion. Not only have you captured this, but the repetition serves only to reinforce these feelings.

I love the way the poem shifts and moves. There are many different messages conveyed; I am still not sure if I have uncovered them all. That is another great thing about this poem; multiple readings yield multiple results.

It's bleeding tears.

Another great line. I love this line.

I also love the way you ended this poem. Even the ellipsis serves to add to the poem and heighten the emotion and drama. Usually, ellipses serve to break the flow and signal a discontinuance of thought. Here though, the ellipsis only adds meaning and helps the flow from one thought to the next. Very well done.