Deeper

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
My thoughts and feelings, the raw nature of a person by poem.

Submitted: November 14, 2018

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Submitted: November 14, 2018

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Death, creeps behind me.

Following my every tear,

My every cry,

My every scrap,

Waiting

Waiting for me to go deeper.

 

Death, follows me.

His breath on my neck,

Cold and hostile,

Vigorous and angry

Wanting nothing more,

Than for me to go deeper.

 

Death, steps on my bruised heels,

Noticing my bloodied hands.

Staring,

Waiting,

Just waiting,

For me to go deeper.

 

Death floats above me,

His dark wings casting a shadow,

Hovering, the darkness,

Shoving the darkness Into my soul.

Wanting nothing,

But for me to go deeper



 

Death, hands me a knife.

Beckoning me,

“Go on darling.

You’ll be okay”

I follow.

Finally going deeper.

 

Death, now walks in front of me.

His, deadly gaze still hitting me.

Though his face unseen,

His own knife,

Covered in his own blood,

Is too red with misery for you to miss.

 

Me and death,

Best friends.

We both went deeper,

I gave into death,

And now I follow.

I follow you,

 

I follow your every tear,

Your every cry,

Your every scrap,

Waiting

Waiting for You to go

 

Deeper.

 


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