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LIFE, INTERS ME

Contributed by cursed_witch on Saturday, 25th November 2006 @ 02:57:44 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



It’s late; it’s dark and cold,
I’m in a forest being dragged.
Somebody’s pulling me by the arms
I know I’m hurt
I can’t hear no sound
but that of my body being dragged.
I try to stop it
But I get kicked by someone else.
I’m immobilized by lack of understanding
Anger fills me up
“Let me go” I scream
But this time my head gets the kick
I get limp and everything goes away
Into shades of gray...

By the time I got my consciousness back
I could hear digging and shoveling
I look around; I want to scream for help
I try but I can’t
Fear silences me
Fright locks down my vocals cords
I try to move, but nothing happens
I’m closer to panic now
Why wouldn’t I be able to move?
Am I dead already or still unconscious?
But then a striking question startles me
Am I paralyzed?

Tears run down my face...
Is it fear of being buried alive
or is it fear of the unknown?
A voice interrupts: “Alright, it's enough”
A pause... then a second voice: “Let’s get this done”
Am I about to die?
I don’t want to let myself think
about what awaits me
“Stoooooop” I yell, but the yell is only in my head
My lips don’t move although I can feel my tongue
I squeeze my eyes wide shut thinking it’ll all go away
In vain...

They throw me in the hole they dug
And start filling it up
I try to concentrate on my chest
I push and something happens
A sound... I make a sound, a sound
A low hum, “NNnnnnooo”
As they hear it
One of them pulls out a gun and shoots at me.
The bullet penetrates right through my heart
Tearing pieces of my skin
Blood rushes out and leaks all over...

They left me here, lost in all this confusion
Stuck in darkness, no sound, no sight, no air
Suffering immense pain
Pulsing along with my thick heartbeat
No one to hear my agony...
Waiting to die, knowing that I’m going to die
Not just die, but die soon

My lungs scream for air
Silence befalls me and settles in
Scared of taking my last breath
Images wander through my head
Shadows creeping all over my body
Lurking the sides of my prison
Diving their nails though my skin
Detaching and snatching my flesh
I couldn’t scream anymore
'Cause I’ve used what was left in me
What if I died?
What if this is what death is like?
Why this torment...Why me?

I think about the day, the great one of them all
Where I have to pay life’s price
Recapping the goods and bads I’ve done
What a horrible death
To be buried alive
To have to lay in darkness
Counting the seconds before my fate
With a lost soul destined for hell
Fighting to live, yet wishing to die...
Sadness surges inside of me
I shut my eyes and hold my cries to myself...
Then I bawl like there’s no end
Surrender losing the battle,
Losing the fight




Copyright © cursed_witch ... [ 2006-11-25 14:57:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: LIFE, INTERS ME (User Rating: 1 )
by saphfyre on Saturday, 25th November 2006 @ 05:09:49 PM AEST
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I've told you, but I want it here... I really love this poem and as your first, I think it is amazing. No, it cant be shorter... feeling the seconds tick by... the minutes... is part of what it needs to make you feel it. I feel myself struggling inside with wanting to fight and wanting to give up when I read it, and the pain is so real. How to make the decision one what to do, life or death? Its very deep, and so real. thanks for posting it, and letting us read it


Re: LIFE, INTERS ME (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 25th November 2006 @ 05:28:07 PM AEST
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This almost made me scream out, so dark and intense. I could hear the shovels in the dark made my heart beat this is filled with striking terror. wowwwwwwww

~Michelle~




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