Welcome Home

 

Rescue me from myself

From a decaying mind

That is running wild

Inside I am dying

Do not turn around

You might find me crying

 

Falling further away

Frozen within my self made hell

At the point of braking down

The venom has already spread

Might as well declare me dead

So pass the bullet

My six-shooter is fully loaded

 

Welcome me home

Lay me to rest

Within the blood stained pins

Where I have made my nest

There is no denying it

This person who used to be, is losing it

 

With a twist of fate

A simple cut of the blade

She constantly falls

Stumbles through walls of false hope

To disturbing places

Where words cannot mend

Things already broken

 

Unspoken devastation filled with darkened desires

Grabs hold of a saved life no more

Constantly they choke with forceful delight

Until you know, that you are home

Back upon crimson paths as the darkness laughs

Their obscure pleasures once again a part

Of a soul fallen in the middle of their hearts  

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

Wow very heavy image left to linger in my thoughts. I always respect and enjoy that about your words. The have a way of lasting and stay with me and my thoughts long after the read. I liked the darkness of this and the way it played with a scene that appeared so easily in my mind. I felt a coldness of a reality you painted here and the way it seemed swarm around like a dust cloud embracing everything it touched. Very deep I really enjoyed this


Great Job!!!!!!

[Laughing Lunatic]

Wow! You have painted a very dark picture in my mind.
Constantly they choke with forceful delight
Until you know, that you are home
Back upon crimson paths as the darkness laughs
I loved it! Powerful and a amazing write.

[The Tao of Bri]

I love the darkness as you capture it so rightly and all the many snares it has and the triumphant short line of light in the end the balzes all apart before and after! POWERFUL!~B

[Gary H]

What struck me most about reading this is the last stanza. Without doubt my favourite part of the writing. This appears as the main piece of the poem where destruction of the self grows from the opening line - 'Rescue me from myself'. This plea strikes the reader deep in the heart, followed by the crying and no redemption. I'm struck by the use of language in this which is very forceful. Leaving the verse on 'Things already broken' to then move onto that last stanza really makes this work stand out.
Definately think this is a worthy addition to your darker poems.