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Midnight Carnival
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Friday, 21st November 2003 @ 05:30:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Midnight Carnival
I dread the night.
Lying in bed, alone in my room,
I am helpless
as the Thorns
Pierce my skull.
My brain impaled,
I twist and writhe,
while Thoughts of Death
course through my mind.
My nerves are searing,
and I know this. and this only:
Life is only a tool with which
Death uses to torture.
Blood trickles down my face.
Intermingled with acrid sweat, it burns my eyes.
Still the Thoughts plague me.
My face contorts.
Eyes shut, I plead for sleep.
But Sleep evades me.
I can hear it laughing,
laughing from within the minds of others.
So slowly, I turn over.
I see the Blade glistening in the moonlight,
and lucid, I know how to silence these Thoughts.
I reach, skeletal fingers outlined in the pale blue light,
closing around my salient plaything.
I brush my fingers softly over the scars on my arms, legs, wrists.
Long, sleek and dark, they are remnants of lacerations,
when once before, I quelled the Thoughts.
The burn marks are there, too, and the puncture wounds,
from unfinished cigarettes held until extinguished,
lips quivering,
and nails pounded deeper until, muscles skewered,
the skin tore when I moved.
I had Thoughts then, as well.
Happy Thoughts.
And I want more.
Clasping knife in palm,
I select a spot on my forearm,
innocent and untouched.
thorns imbedded deeply now, I apply pressure,
cutting slowly and meticulously downwards.
I can hear the dull ripping sound
of skin sliced by unyielding blade.
Pain spurts up my arm,
and my hand trembles as I continue.
The eight inch gash is deep, and clean.
I watch in wonderment as warm, scarlet blood
begins to pool into the long, white aperture.
It flows down my arm, and over my fingers,
before dripping to a crimson stain on the
starched, white sheets.
I feel the thorns begin to recede, but it is inadequate.
Again, I slash, faster and harder this time, and again!!
And now the blood flows freely.
The thorns recede to nothingness,
And I am happy.
For as the sanguine fluid saturates my sheets,
I am no longer haunted
by thoughts of life,
and Sleep concedes.
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SensitiveSoAbused
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2003-11-21 17:30:12]
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Re: Midnight Carnival
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by LovingWhispers on
Friday, 21st November 2003 @ 10:40:55 PM AEST
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These words haunt me and give me chills.Also saddens my heart to think that this is real in some way.
There is not a thing in this world one cannot overcome..so long as they remember that their spirit is special and deserves preserving.Be good to yourself...and take care.
Sharon
by the way..besides this touching me with worry and sadness..it is still very masterfully written Well Done !!! |
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Re: Midnight Carnival
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by bobotheclown on
Saturday, 22nd November 2003 @ 12:19:20 AM AEST
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holy crap this was friggin awesome!!!!!!! I loved the image of the thorns receding... hell I loved it all! Wow I'm amazed keep on writing when u feel like suicide.
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Re: Midnight Carnival
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by emystar on
Saturday, 22nd November 2003 @ 12:28:14 AM AEST
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Hi,
It's so hard 2 find the right words 2 comment here.
I know how it is 2 be attached by the suicede demon but thank God he doesn't torment me anymore.
I really can't comeprehend how it would 2 cut myself like this but I know it has 2 be hell!
I take meds now that help me 2 deal with life and i can cherish life now.
i read
many poems like this and they really touch my heart as I don't know how 2 reach out and help.
Also, I know that Princess Diana did that too.
I will put u in my prayers. If there's any way 2 help me understand I would gladly be happy 2 here.
hang tuff1
peace, joy, luv,
emy |
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