I am a godless heathen
That breathes the scent of death
With a voice like a pagan hymn
An amorphous existence
Shrouded in black robes of fear
A thousand full moons have waned
Into my silent eternal darkness
I have stalked you since your birth
Peering into my satanic scry
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I have seen the travails of lifeBatter a soul that once exuded
The inexorable stench of joy
And when you abandoned hope
Unwittingly letting your guard down
To my stealthy subliminal attack
My sadistic being exalted
I slithered into your subconscious
Creeping under the crevices
Of a frail weathered mind
I probed the tendrils of your thought
And devouring the despair therein
I grew stronger and stronger
From the sinews of a troubled psyche
I fashioned gloom, wrought helplessness
You turned into my marionette!
Whimsically, I pulled some strings
And your knuckles whitened
Clutching the gun’s shiny metal
Index finger slowly pulled the trigger
BOOM! A scarlet spray of blood
My name is Suicide, and you my dear are
...Dead.
©Akanksha Chauhan (2011)
Labels: dark, poem, suicide
