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Vision Ghost

Rookie (24/01/1979 / Epsom, East Surrey)

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A Gothic Suicide


Felt all that was within, the dread and lonely pain
Fore seeing all the grey clouds, and endless rain
In an entrapment of her bleak, bedroom place
Many scratches of finger nails, adorned her face

Scars of the tormented, and that without release
Collected them like dolls, upon skin like a crease
Sunken eyes reflecting, the soul of a sunken heart
When futures hope seem diminished, and torn apart

Black lines of her heavy make up, drawn down
By so many tears, shed beneath her failed crown
Clasping her wrist, another attempt failed and stings
The music of her emotion, now in her ear doth rings

Though destinies sands, of her future are running out
Upon her lips adorn the kiss, of this deathly spout
That a dagger drawn from a box, of marble and wood
In her bedroom undetermined, to whether she should

The bare trees of autumn, tapping the dark window
Though to convince her, of an alternative innuendo
So much has she lost, that her black nails are tight
Around the handle of this blade, and loosing sight

That with one last breath, stolen by her searing pain
Of final thrust, that this blade pierced without a strain
Into her solemn heart, choking her grief as her blood
Ran like tears, down her breasts, staining like mud

Dropping to the floor, like a seed of the dandelion
Falls upon the winds end, but only to see oblivion
So much of her last thoughts, as her life ebbs away
Never shall she see, the beginning of a new born day

As the time for her life, has slowly begun to stop
From the blades handle, blood spills dropp by drop
Silent now, as her body lays still, grey as the sky
Young was her soul, victimised, too young to die

Submitted: Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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  • Rookie Kill Me See If I Care E=m^o-CO+W (3/11/2008 6:05:00 PM)

    so real i could feel all her pain and see her blood
    it touched me
    i dont write profesionally yet but read
    this depression and let me know from a pros point what its like (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Anita Blake (7/28/2007 9:18:00 AM)

    amazing write.this piece really touchd me in many ways. i so understand the pain writen beneath these lines. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cris K (1/3/2007 1:39:00 PM)

    I almost started crying when I read this poem. The most influencial poem I have read yet! I love it, I love it, I love it. I didn't think is was possibly to stimulate such emotions through words but you are an expert at doing this. Please keep writing. I will be reading your work for sure, for many years to come.
    -C.Candea (Report) Reply

  • Rookie T.k Owens (9/18/2006 8:23:00 AM)

    That was creepy...but intense with such a reality as of to daily life. I can see her as I read the poem over in my mind...she has some deep pain that runs like the harsh waters of the ocean, which never seems to stop.
    I really like this poem...it gives me coldchills. (Report) Reply

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