Screams of the Martyr

Screams of the Martyr

A Poem by Sarah_Allen

I would hang myself
At the top of my world
Like a hangman with vocal chords
Internal veins before the Lord

A human with angel wings;
Damned to cry but starts to sing
Kicks the chair to hold on
To the ending words of my favorite song

And maybe they’ll never know
Why I did it, you’ll never know

I’m lifeless in my eyes-
With blazed skin cut by knives-
Trailing down to a bleeding heart-
Synced to a song that was torn apart-
Miserable when I was alive-
I’m miserable in my worthless life-

Hanging in the summer’s eve
It’s time for night to bring the peace-
Forever lost, forever sung
Forever the screams of the martyr hung

© 2020 Sarah_Allen

Author's Note

Kind of part two to “A Dying Poet’s Sacrifice”

Self sacrifice is so honorable. To die, to die, to die.
Death is so passionate, and bittersweet.

How you die is the biggest code of honor in my opinion. Your last impression on the world-

If I go, it’s supernova or nothing. Remember me. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter; I’m dead

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"to sleep perchance to dream---aye there's the rub"

the dying poet gets noticed...why does it take that?
then everyone starts wondering what drove the poet to martyrdom...
this is such a cry for attention...I love it...
please see me now...don't make me bleed to be read...
excellent piece of work here.

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1 Month Ago

Thank you very much Jacob appreciate you comment :)

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Added on June 30, 2020
Last Updated on June 30, 2020
Tags: Martyr, death, sacrifice, suicide, hanging, self-hate



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A Poem by Sarah_Allen