Pyroclastic Flow

Pyroclastic Flow

A Poem by SlimBizkit

I wrote this in the perspective of a depressed person. Enjoy.


Everyone's gone.

And I'm empty.

No one to talk to,

but myself.

Maybe I'm too much.

Perhaps I'm too little.

I'm drowning from this place--

that became my world.

Maybe I'm forgotten.

Or maybe just unheard of.

Even the loudest of my screams--

silenced to a whisper.

I cry out for someone,

But I can barely speak.

Mute from isolation.

Stranded from silence.

There's only one person.

Who even thinks of me.

He mocks my thoughts.

And imitates me.

It's the man in the mirror.

Tired eyes staring back at me.

Ruffled hair tossed around,

like the lonely waves I tread.

He tells me to do it;

to slide the gray sliver.

To create pyroclastic flow

seep red from my wrist.

So I do.

Giving a final scream,

I leave their world

as empty as it left me.

© 2013 SlimBizkit

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Thank you both so much! :D Your feedback is much appreciated.

Posted 8 Years Ago

"the man in the mirror "

good writing ....
i understands the feelings through ur poem

Posted 8 Years Ago

A sparse, strong write full of drama. I think pyroclastic has something to do with volcanic eruptions, but I`ll check that. A fine write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 6, 2013
Last Updated on May 6, 2013



Harrisburg, PA

I'm a dude and I do not write just one type of genre...I write many. Hope you all enjoy my works! more..