Insect

There is an insect inside my brain

Feasting on my vitality for its monstrous growth

Slowly consuming all the precious things that I have gained

Ending my adventurous race of life, like I just have a stroke

Perhaps I should try to bleed it out of my body

By draining away all my red biological fluid inside

For dreams and goals are just slaves to mockery

When my flames of desire cannot be retrieved

Through a photograph I heard a voice calling

To let these memories to be left and abandoned

Before my dark past comes stomping

On my unseen future, making it redundant

The reason for clinging onto life

Has shattered by running away from the past

Thoughts of bleeding this insect make me high

For its my the one and only last remaining lust

Nyi

( 29.6.2011 )

Author's Note

I believe many people will not like this poem. May be utterly stupid poem.For this is about suicide and a life beyond hope. There isn't any good thing in this poem. I want to make this writing so dark.My only goal in this poem to try to paint the picture of person trying to commit suicide. Thanks for reading )

Reviews

[-Scribe in Style-]

I like the poem. It does achieve the purpose for which it has been written.
Suicide is the "inward suspicious mind" that makes up riddles and stories that though imagined become ones reality and those thoughts push them over the edge.
We are our on enemy!
Thanks for sharing the poem.
I think the analogy you have worked with fits really well to the concept..
A

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe suicide is part of the thought process. Each second a part of us will died. I like the questions open up by the strong statements in this poem. I believe lust won't be the last thoughts going through our brain. Longing for faces and people will and a desire for a better place to land. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Joshua Donahue]

Excellent imagery and raw emotion. I could really feel the darkness reaching out, pulling me into the small world you created with this. Nice piece you got here!