Apr 30 2011


Published by at 1:28 pm under Dark Love Poems

“breathe in… breathe out,” he says
im still wondering why i said anything, even if he does love me
my death doesnt mean much.
such a tame term
for those who still deny
those who think its cowardly
maybe it is
but i really cant do this
i need… silence
theres this crap load of noise in my head
“dont pull that shit with me,” i answer, practically screaming
he wants to call the police, im sure
he wants to ruin me, my future
“im not some fucking mental case.”
this is such a waste
such a waste of my last few minutes
bcuz i WILL pull the trigger this time
i need this
i need clarity
but hes making this hard
and i hate him for it
i turn the gun on him
“calm down. listen to me…”
i inch the trigger closer to death
another centemeter…

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5 responses so far

5 Responses to “Bloodlust”

  1. pixieon 30 Apr 2011 at 1:31 pm


  2. pixieon 30 Apr 2011 at 4:27 pm

    omg, guys, i typo’d the title

  3. goth_kisseson 31 May 2011 at 9:27 am

    wow such a epic poem

  4. adminon 31 May 2011 at 10:16 am

    title updated

  5. pixieon 31 May 2011 at 1:21 pm

    thx so much, admin. 😛
    goth_kisses, ur awesum

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