Skeletal in stature.
Starved of dignity.
Dressed in hanging skin.
Crippled by cruelty.
Terrified desperate fingers clutch the wire fence.
Begging for release from hell.
A convoy of sorrow are led to their demise.
Cruel release unanticipated.
The smell lingered heavy in the dark air.
A collection of souls in need of cleansing.
Needed physical cleansing not.
Perhaps mental release reached.
Sought out by tragic hands.
The shower blocks looked inviting.
To wash away the stench of death.
Filed in horrendously.
The furnace burning hot.
Waiting for another lot.
Let the horrors of the concentration camp not be forgot.
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
a fresh demise
but the past reminds
and I beat it back
fanning the fire
but how can a cup contain the sea?
When the waves are so strong and the wind so mighty?
We are such cautious creatures
Taking silence over risk
And daringly doing nothing
As our loves pass by so brisk
We are masters of self demise
Ringleaders of misfortune
We are the young and timid mass
Who let the greatest moments pass
she was in love.
she was in love with a boy.
she was in love with a boy who didn’t love her back.
she was a beautiful girl when she was sixteen. she was the most insecure girl you’d ever meet, but you’d never know because her award winning smile hid all of the insecurities. black curly hair, olive skin, beautiful big brown eyes, cherry lips, and naturally aligned perfect teeth. she knew she was beautiful deep down, although she hated to admit it, because of an unfortunate series of events that occurred in the past. she was the happiest girl you could ever meet, or at least that’s how she came across. she acted as though nothing was wrong, when in reality, a lot was wrong. she knew her peers thought of her as a person who tried too hard to be different, but that’s who she was. she was different, and she knew it.
he was a breathtaking boy when he was 16. he was just as insecure as she was, but you'd find it hard to believe, since he was so picturesque. blonde hair, pale skin, pacific ocean eyes, bright pink lips, and very white teeth. he didn’t know he was breathtaking, because of an unfortunate series of events that occurred in the past. he always thought of himself as a person without a place, even though he believed everyone had a place in the world, he just hadn’t found his yet. he bottled things up inside until they sunk low enough to go out of view, until he forgot about them. he knew he had a place, he just didn’t know where. he was different, too. just as different from everyone else as the girl was.
she told him everything. more than she told her other friends. more than she told her best friend of fourteen years. she didn’t know it at first, but she would fall hard for him, harder than when she fell off her longboard the first time. just like that first fall, it would hurt. it would make her bleed, and it would transform her. from it, she would become a better person, and definitely a more cautious one. she wasn’t aware of it yet, but he would change her in two ways. for the better, and for the worse.
the background knowledge of this tale isn’t important. all that needs to be known is how she has now fallen in love with him, harder than she’s ever fallen for someone. however, he’s since moved away. how far, you ask? 3,000 miles across the ocean. her love for him has grown dramatically since this, and she’s told him, but he doesn’t feel the same way. he’s said it straight to her face, on multiple occasions. to directly quote it, “the feeling is there, but it just isn’t prominent.” naturally, this kills her inside. the hardest thing to endure is watching the one you love, love someone else. in fact, this makes her want to curl up in her comforter and cry, and hopefully never come out. she loved this boy, and she loved him completely unconditionally. no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get him to see her that way. the only time he ever takes any interest in her is when she’s undressed. she would use her body for love, and he used love for her body. she was blinded, and she didn’t want to see him using her, so she refused to believe it. she’s confronted him about it, and he’s said he isn’t using her, so she was convinced he wasn't, mostly because she could never make herself believe he was lying to her.
he knew everything about her. he knew her full name, which not a lot of people did. he knew about her past; the past that involved a small wrist and a large blade. he knew about her future; the future that involved a small apartment in new york and a job at vogue. he knew about the husband, or wife, she wanted, since she was bisexual. only he knew that. he knew how much she loved him, as well. he was well aware of that, but obviously he didn't know how much it would kill her inside to know he didn't think the same of her. he didn't think it through. if he did, he would have saved her a lot of pain.
she was sitting in her bedroom one day. she was thinking mostly about him. she kept playing the sweet things he'd said to her in the past back in her mind, and suddenly she found herself smiling and feeling warm inside. she loved him. she loved him more than anyone she'd ever loved before. just as she was thinking, he messaged her on facebook. her heart fluttered, she couldn't wait to see what he said.
"i have to talk to you" his tone was stern, which somewhat scared her, since he was never sincere like this.
"okay sure, what's up, deary?" she always called him deary, it was the most natural response for her. she was trying to lighten the mood a bit, as well.
"as you know since i've moved here, my feelings for you have somewhat gone away. and with that being said, i've found somebody."
she could've sworn she heard her heart fall down to her feet and break into one million tiny pieces.
"you have a girlfriend now?"
she logged off of facebook without answering his message, and went to the corner of her room where a tiny piece of her carpet was cut into a square and ripped off the floor so it could be lifted up. she lifted the piece of carpet up to reveal a bag and a blade. a tiny plastic bag, and a tiny metal blade. a tiny plastic bag that had an assortment of different pills in it, and a tiny metal blade with dried blood tracing the edges of it from her past. the pills were things such as ibuprofen or acetometaphine, and the blade was a replacement blade from her dad's razor, since his was sharper than hers.
her past wasn't particularly something she liked to remember. she had once been suicidal. she had cut herself. she had intentionally burned herself. she had snapped a hair tie against her wrist during school. she's tried ending her life with those same pills. she kept them there if she needed them.
as of right now, she needed them more than ever.
she opened the bag, got two bottles of water, and began to swallow the pills. one by one. as she swallowed them, she found herself taking the sharp piece of metal to her wrist. she caressed it gently before dragging it across the noticeable scars, going deeper and deeper with each gash.
after about thirty five pills and twelve lacerations, she began to get terrible stomach pain, and her blood wasn’t clotting any longer. she strayed away from her wrist and moved down to her hips, her v-line, and upper thighs. she could feel her demise coming, but she wanted it right then. she didn't cry as she threw the pills down, her heart was too heavy, her body too frail, that she couldn't produce the tears, even though she wanted to.
twenty more pills.
three more cuts.
five more pills.
two more cuts.
one more pill.
and just like that, she was gone.
about an hour or so later, her mother knocked on her door. she made sure to leave the door unlocked so her mother wouldn't find her and be angry. her mother hated when she locked her door. she walked in, and once she saw her daughter laying on the floor near the piece of torn up carpet, she collapsed to her knees over her top of her. she noticed a small paper laying next to her body. she unfolded it. on it was this:
"you know, it’s funny. now everyone will care. now he’ll love me. if you all had felt this way when i was alive, i wouldn’t be dead."
it’s almost like she knew her death would be one of the biggest news highlights of the year in her small town. it’s almost like she knew photos of her would be everywhere. it’s almost like she knew her suicide note was going to become the most viral thing to hit the nation in four years.
her mother had no idea what that meant. she couldn't think anyway, for her teenage daughter had just mutilated her insides with common household drugs.
with the little energy she had left in her body, she stumbled downstairs to where the telephone was. she dialed her husband's work number, and was completely hysteric when he answered the phone. he told her to calm down, so she tried to. when she finally stopped crying long enough to get words out, she told him. he said he was about to leave his office. he didn't care about anything else in the day, he just had to get home. he had to get home to see his little girl for the last time.
her mother told her friends, and the entire town was a complete wreck. memorials were hung everywhere. pictures of her death note were posted in newspapers and on street corners. a segment was even on the news about her. she had never felt loved in her life, but when she died, everyone turned into her friend. girls who called her fat and ugly in middle school said she was beautiful. boys that called her obnoxious and annoying said she was fun to be around. teachers who told her she would never get into college and didn’t have a future said she had her entire life ahead of her. just as her suicide note said, if they had all acted this way when she was still here, she wouldn’t have left.
the boy messaged her one day, wanting to tell her something again. when she didn't answer, he sent her another message. he obviously hadn't looked at his facebook news feed in a few days, considering everyone's status was about her, and there were pictures of her everywhere; pictures of her and her friends, her and her beloved cats, or her alone. looking at the pictures was painful for everyone, since her beautiful smile was only lived on in the pictures now. her eyes sparkled in the photos, but not as much as they did in real life. now, the photos were all that was left.
he sent her another message, saying this:
"well if you aren't going to answer me then i guess i'll just tell you. i broke up with my girlfriend already. i realized a few things when i was with her. she isn't you. i love you, i really do. i hope you can forgive me and i hope we'll talk soon. bye babe."
he only called her babe when he felt closest to her. some days, where they would flirt a lot, they would both feel warm and fuzzy inside and completely loved. neither ever admitted it, but they both knew exactly how the other felt. among the pet names and multiple kissy faces, they had great conversations. they were so open around each other, neither of them had ever been like that with anyone else. she knew she was made for him, although he didn’t realize it until after it was too late.
after he sent it, he decided to check his news feed. he saw the pictures and status messages. he couldn't believe it. he didn't know how much he hurt her. he killed her inside so much that she actually killed herself. he was the one that always made her feel better when she was feeling down. he's the one that got her to stop hurting herself. she told him once that she was going to stop for herself, when subliminally she stopped for him, because she knew he didn't like it. she didn't think he could ever love her with the cuts up and down her arms, so she stopped making them. she was alive because of him, but now, she was dead because of him. he gave her a reason to want to live, and a reason to want to die.
life was still odd for him after her passing. he'd think about her often. she would come to him in dreams. he’d listen to her favorite song, which was one of his favorite songs as well, called “i wanna be yours” by the arctic monkeys. he introduced her to the arctic monkeys, actually. he never realized how much the lyrics meant to her, the more he listened to them he recognized the relevance of them. he's sworn he’s seen her on street corners in his city. he knew it couldn't be, but every time he thought he saw her, tears would well up in his eyes and he'd have to turn around and go home. he didn't speak to anyone, nor did he tell anyone about her, especially not what he felt for her. everyone would think it was out of pity, pity for her and her death. he regretted making her feel worthless when he told her he didn't love her, because he did, and they both knew that. she always knew deep down there was more feeling to it than he said, but she couldn't get past him saying those things. and that's why she killed herself.
years passed. he never found anyone, and she decayed in the beautiful tiffany blue dress she wears for eternity. it would've been her 25th birthday when he first went to see her at her final resting place. there was a photo of her on her stone, one of the last pictures ever taken of her. his breath was taken away by her beauty, she had the same warm smile he remembered when he saw her the last time. her eyes bright with playfulness, and her cheeks round and rosy. he could still hear her laugh. it was almost contagious. he was in love with her all over again, and she wasn't there to tell.
although, she was there. she heard every thought inside her head and saw every emotion he was feeling. she regretted her decision. she hated herself for not being patient and not going with her instinct. now, they could never be together. they were made for each other, and they both knew it.
he flung himself onto her burial site, weak at the knees and tears down his face. he missed her just as much as she missed him. he regretted never kissing her when he had the chance. he wanted to take back every time he ever told her he didn't love her. she took her life because of those things, and he was too pessimistic with the thought of "i'll never see her again" stuck in his head that he couldn't hear what his heart was saying.
he never married. he continued to visit her, almost every day. he couldn't stand to not see her, even if she wasn't there. she visited him every night as well, just to watch him sleep. she still thought he was the most breathtaking boy she'd ever seen. and she was just as beautiful as she was before. just as beautiful, and just as breathtaking. just like when they were 16.
the heckler in the crowd
trying to rip out
the rug from
beneath my toes
silent was the treatment
firm was my resolve
tables, & legs.
it lasted until
the viewing party
dye, a new luster to
your slick, sheared visage
you smile & draw
a little bit of blood
it comingles with your own
hot & thick,
with baited breath
the proper demise
of union that never was)
& slackjawed, wide
eyed, resolve dis-
I set you
on a pedestal again
i will scream until my throat falls in on itself
falls on all the leftover "I Love You"s and galaxies and the words to our favourite songs
piece by piece my body continues to disintegrate, to implode,
and all i can see is your eyes when you laugh
and the only feeling i can grasp onto is when you kissed me;
how it felt like you were giving me your world.
a world i thought i was living in,
a world i thought i could understand
when in reality, i was sitting on the moon looking down on it,
never able to adjust to your atmosphere/
your face is laced to the back of my eyelids;
even the salt water that rushes behind them
refuses to eat it away.
fuck you, science./
Baby, all I want for Christmas is a blade inscribed with
"Give me Freedom or Give me Death,"
delivered with a Big Red Bow and
the Scent of Your Cologne.
Liberty is a synonym for Demise and I think
that if you stabbed me through The Heart
it will never hurt as much as when I ripped
It out For You myself.
You tried to place It back in,
but once It's removed,
It will Never Beat
the same way again.
Sprinkle My Blood in the snow
and call it Decorating For Christmas.
running out of feeling can be so relieving
sometimes becoming completely numb is comforting
ive gone through every emotion in the past 24 hours
and i think now i am dead.
dead until another memory jolts me back to reality.
there i am again, sliding my heart under the table to you
but you dont even look up
you dont look at all
you let it fall to the floor
"i broke a glass
thats all mum
im so sorry
why wasnt i enough
who am i
im a ghost with a cigarette heart
i gave it to you
you tasted it
i guess you didnt like the love it was laced with
and you blew it back into my sky
it's true what they say,
never to fall in love with a writer
youll live forever
suffering eternal eyes poring over your
the way you touch
the way you feel
the way you smell
the way you ---
her soul leaked out from her fingertips
as she grazed his neck underneath his beard
and enticed him to move in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
he fell in love with the smell of her sweat
as she teased his lips with her bare chest
moving in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
and they were strangers
dancing to the rhythm of no music
charming one another
like serpents, entangled as lovers
though, lovers of what,
this man asks
as he finds pleasure in her deep eyes
as if he was watching burning skies
enjoying the rise
of a belief in one singular Gods demise
for he questioned what was taught
when he looked into her eyes
and asked himself,
may all I was told be nothing but lies
for I find myself believing this girl to be a God
and I find myself standing on Lucifer's side
and they remained like serpents
her and I
biting, poisoning one another
moving as if we would never die
let her burn
as she finds the irony
in the wet she yearns
how did you know I'd love to make her sweat
how did you know
I would love to make her come
how did you know
I was not the only one
such a sad romantic, you are
finding pleasure in the destruction of stars
oh, Lucifer, light bearer
giver of tempting fires
let us die
as we give in to all our desires
let our fires expand higher
let us slip into that black hole
and fall in love with the other side
I'd almost forgotten the blanketing beauty of sorrow
and the unbearable lightness of joy
that leaves you wondering why you were so happy
this must be what she felt when she decided to let go
I don't remember when I decided to stop trusting the world
or when that decision seemed foolishly myopic
but when I picked up my mat to walk it felt heavy
if there is miracle in healing, it is the miracle
of seeing yourself die, or at least an older version of it
then comes all the newness that really isn't new at all
like reminding myself that this is the first time
to hear our song, now that she's gone
or remember the way she loved the ocean
because I saw a seashell in a fisher's net at a restaurant
when did I ever start liking U2? Maybe she played it too much
and when did forever become yesterday?
maybe I saw the end coming, like a wave spotting another
breaking on the shore and disappearing never to be seen again
I suddenly felt my trough deepening, my crest folding
I felt my own demise inching closer to the rocks
reminding me of the pier in Longbeach where she said goodbye
they don't teach you how to have a broken heart
anymore than they teach you how to fall in love
then again, no one thought to tell the wave that it is the ocean
Welcome to my nightmare of monstrosity,
A view, deep within a person's atrocity.
We live in a world where evil dethrones,
All what is left where light once shone.
From the depths, once we dreamed...
Now we crawl hiding from the beast within,
Through the infernal flames, we walked
Out from the darkness, once we thought.
It's endless and so it seems!
The suffering won't just die from within,
It rages through like blazing fire,
Devouring all of you and your desires.
What makes a nightmare? What makes it real?
Perhaps you're not dreaming? Maybe it's how it seems?
Waking up hoping for a difference,
Then forcing oneself to sleep
Just to pretend, to try escaping it!
With the absence of illusion one may suffer, not knowing the truth!
Does it matter now? When you're consumed and left nothing to lose.
Just go on live your life! Or just end it! Enough design your demise!
Hiding, Cowering in the dark! Just to know you're all alone...
A living nightmare worst than when you're asleep,
No point of escaping either way you will face defeat.
For it is you who won't let go! Addicted with the affliction!
For you feed your demons with fears ad desolation!
As an infant, he was troubled, they say he's been twisted since he was in the womb, some blame the mother, while others believe it'd be too insane to be true. At the age of eleven he had his first blunt;
And from there on it's to raw, don't even know where to start. He drank all day, partied all night, there was no saving to this young man's ill heart. As he grew older, his mind grew younger , his heart grew colder, as a young girl's heart grew fonder. He met a girl at fourteen, one that saw more to what there was; He was a bum to the naked eye, but to hers, he was an angel in disguise, the young man did not fear his own demise, or anyone's to be precise. He would self destruct relentlessly, no mercy to himself, he got involved in dirty deals daily, no mercy to those he'd sell to. Everything he did not fear, she did, everything he would not feel she would. Then on a night in November, their hearts went crazy together, as the fire ball ride made them wonder if they were going to die, he did not custom to scary rides since it gave him bad memories, but there was an exception since this pure young girl loved the adrenaline. In the end of the night, he kissed her goodbye. A gentle slow kiss on the side of the mouth, his friends were not pleased, they were calling him whipped because he'd go for tongue especially to show off in a crowd.
Days went by, she was still on his mind, although he did not get why. Days went by, she was dancing all night, he was of course in her mind and at this point she couldn't even deny. On a windy day in December, their two worlds did collide, as he leaned in and she closed her eyes. His lips on hers felt so right, but somewhere deep inside they both knew it wasn't going to last, one of them would have to choose whose world would die. She knew she wasn't going to leave his side, even if it meant leaving her hopes and dreams behind, yet it wasn't long till she realized all to come out of his mouth were lies. He knew he'd done wrong, he couldn't even look her in the eyes , for the first time in his messed up life he felt something, something deep inside. He felt remorse, he begged and apologized, she trusted him with her heart yet he dropped it again. He knew they were going nowhere , she refused to please him in bed; so he put all the feelings away and stood next to his dark ways, one day he walked by her...looked her straight in the eyes...and continued walking his own way. The only good in him was her , and he refused her benevolence. She will never be the same again, she decided to stop fighting , so she started giving in, now she was his; heart, body, and soul. Maybe now he would stay, yet he picked up his belongings and remained the same, he went his own way , trying not to look back. He was afraid of what he felt, so he went and dealt with it the only way he knew. He ran away from it, ran away from love, ran away from being saved, ran away from her. She drowned in her own misery, wanting to cut her veins, but that wouldn't be fair to the baby on the way.