It Is Death

It Is Death

A Poem by Deirdre

 I want him to scratch away at my surface

Tear me away until there is nothing left to bleed

I want my bones to break apart

And all of my secrets and all of my lies

To stain the floor.

I want him to see the truth of me

The blood curdling screams of

A life that I have kept

Muffled and hidden behind

Eyes that do not seem to see

I want to share my ghosts

Not just the ones that never fade,

But the ones that hold onto my wrists

Keeping me here, when I would give anything to


I want him to tear away

At skin and muscle until all that is left

Is my soul.

A dripping oily mess

Who's reflective quality

Is the thing I hate the most

I want to kill him with my


I want my nightmares to haunt

His dreams

If only to have someone to share

This with.

It is death knowing the end of things.

© 2009 Deirdre

Author's Note

This probably isn't considered horror, but that's what I put it under on my deviantArt pages, so that's what I'm putting it under here. So deal. K?

I always seem to run out of steam when I get to the end of poems, isn't that fun?

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Added on August 30, 2009
Last Updated on August 30, 2009



New Paltz, NY

Hi. I'm Deirdre. I don't really write that often, but I try. Criticism is super encouraged. more..