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Death

What's in the word that beckons a feeling
of
    upcoming
                      finality
                                to
                             ­        it?

The inevitable demise colossal to our being.
Death shall gather us in a cesspool
of
nothingness

And yes, we are nothing.
Mere mortal creatures
walking in a land of a ticking *time bomb


Our lives have been fashioned with human *trivialities


I
cannot
fathom
what is
unworthy

To give what is just to the D I V I N E

I am afraid, very much afraid.

I can only picture heaven as a paradise in the most surreal
                             thoughts
hopefully better than the Garden of Eden.

What a wishful thinking that it becomes a reality
of happiness and comfort
paving the pursuit towards
the dreams we have yet to fulfill

I want to believe in things bigger
than the grasp of the senses
For I know that I am a mere intelligent being
But
a passionate soul.

I want to think of all the people I have hold close to my heart
That one day...
We'll see each other again...
smiling and ever so joyful

here lies the x that marks the spot
bodies that have walked the face of the Earth
were left with smiles and shall never rot
Dornish Bastard Oct 2015
In the dark night, before dawn,
A darker shadow drew near —
Death, a despicable guest,
Come to take what's dear.
Under the covers, deep in dreams,
I did not awake with fear.
...
Dauntingly, I was lost in oblivion
While Death drew breath right here.
Rest in peace, Bora. I really hope there's a doggy heaven for you.
a soft little voice
rises out of the dark oblivion

do I listen to this voice,
break open my shell?
Written to all those who struggle with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. You are not alone.
K Balachandran Aug 2015
A freezing drop of water,
oozing from a distraught cloud,
(wanted to be a feather in the
cloud's dark watery wing
till it would in torrents rain
in as much distant a land possible
that thirsts,while  reeling under drought,)
forced out, slips in to the sultry air,
halfheartedly,
not even aware of
what it is really,
quickly becomes steam
in another minute,
now, fails to recognize itself,
subjected to an  identity crisis.
A story of self oblivious sacrifice,
that speaks of pain, unexpressed.
Hxunted Aug 2015
And humanity was posed here like a challenge.
Saying to the world:
"Take back from me."
ICN Aug 2015
i had plunged into an inescapable pit of darkness
there was no light penetrating the opaque veil of absolute black
there was no escaping the immense feeling of desperation that came along with the pulling vacuum
the darkness penetrated through all,
and it was the beginning of the unfadable misery we had tried so hard to evade
by doing so we had only prolonged our own suffering, which in effect caused the tragedy of human decline

everything humane,
feelings, emotions, living instead of just surviving
all ****** in by this vacuum
and all that was left were creatures that looked like humans,
but their heads were shallow

they were so consumed by greed that all else was secondary
betrayal and lies were all that was left
the only things keeping “order”

but when the truth came out
so did chaos
Molly Balius Jul 2015
Waves crash over bony rocks
That reach out for the sky
With fingers like daggers,
Teaching angels to fly.
Red clouds plague the Earth like
Some crimson disease,
Filling up the oceans lungs before
They started to freeze.
Not with a sigh in the nights,
Not with that aura of gloom,
But with the fleeting feeling of
The constant knowledge of
Doom,
The stars that were above are
Now finally below,
And the eyes that see disguised
Are as far as they can go.
Molly Balius Jul 2015
I feel like I should be tired,
But I feel like I should be dead.

And I feel like I should lock the doors of the prison in my head.

I have this twisted thought
On the tip of my tongue,
On the back of my breath

That when I'm waiting for sleep At night,
what I'm waiting for is death.

But it's pretty much the same, right?
Because no matter what you're Waiting for, it will always end that way, right?

While you're waiting for coffee,
You're waiting for death.

While you're waiting for the moon, you're waiting for death.

While you're waiting for the nightmares to leave you're still just waiting...

Waiting for death.
Kaka Jun 2015
Neither of us had a slightest clue
How oblivious were we
Of all the magic destined in tomorrows
Sprouting from the spark we ignited
The first time our eyes met each other

Outside that coffee shop.
- looking back at those days
ICN Jun 2015
only you can understand the pain that i’ve been through.
cause you’ve been forwards and backwards as many times as I
And lying on our backs we arrive
at the gates
the gates of infinity
the recipes written down
and the past all is we’ve got
to hold on to

As I spiral into oblivion
All I can think about is you
As I drown in my eternal misery all I can remember
Is that there was a time
When I thought everything would be all right
There was a time
When the world didn’t seem like such a bad place
When I didn’t notice all the corruption
And when the eruptions commence
I shall remember your name

But as my grasp on the earth recedes please,
Please don’t forget me

As a pawn in your game
I can’t safely say
What I feel
However I renounce the position of pawn
And demand the position of queen
For no one but me understands
What’s been clearly bestowed in your hands

Hidden away in eternity
Lies the key to immortality
And as your memories begin to accumulate
Mine slowly starts to fade away

But don’t worry my dear
It’s all still very clear
Forget me not, darling
I’ll forget you, in the morning.
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