This is a little something that I wrote out of anger. At what...? Well, a few things/people in my school. I was entering a depressive, irritable state during this time. In class, I couldn't keep my feelings inside very long so instead of acting in a drastic or dangerous way, I picked up my pen and started to write.
I've always liked putting myself in other people's shoes, and that was what I did here. So I guess you could imagine this entire poem was written by someone who was abused by the children at school or who lived a hard and grueling life at home; just imagine a person along those lines. The scene for this poem is a lonely male character who plans a school bombing and decides to his life in the end. I didn't write this poem about anyone in particular but I wondered what must have gone on in his head the night before... that is the what is happening here. But before you read, let's get one thing straight: this poem is purely fictional.
-~ * ~- A Tortured Soul -~ * ~-
The tears are long gone.
All I had crumbled into dust.
Warped emptiness is all that lingers.
Im drenched in dreams of homicidal lust.
I feel the void gnawing at my flesh.
The scars they gave, each painful blow,
Finally break through in splendid relief;
Im sorry I cant hold back; I must let go!
Oh my idea, my plan, my one little vision
My eyes strain from the strong, white light.
I try my best to make it so perfect
Just one chance to make it all right!
After years of constant begging and dreams,
Day after grueling day of so many pains;
After repeatedly seeing my own fall,
I can finally let go of all that remains!
My eyes are dry; I can no longer feel.
The crushing pain is now part of my soul.
The hurt and sorrow will flourish and rise!
Unto them I unload this death defying cold!
Ill cast them away into the dark abyss
Created by their own words and shoves!
They will witness their own disgrace,
Ill drown them in their own tears and blood!
Ill look down below into their shame,
Ill smile and laugh as they suffer and die!
Ill bathe in the bloodshed caused by my hand;
Ill suck their perverted souls dry!
I see my hands shake from the silver blade
Once, I did try to end it all.
Why couldnt I do it; why didnt it end?
Why couldnt I glorify a miraculous fall?
No matter; I will make them all pay
Pay dearly for what they did to me!
Their pathetic, mocking lives are so perfect!
Their deaths are my one and only key
Only then will I see happiness,
Only then will I learn to feel
Only then will I become human,
Only then will I heal
But just like any revenges plot,
I will enjoy seeing the scrumptious prize.
Everyone will finally learn my truth,
I will see it in their frightened eyes.
I can hear it now; utter chaos and screams
Just like music to my ears!
Oh, the blood wonderful ruby red
Swirling endlessly with salty, lovely tears
Oh this sight Ill savor forevermore;
Theyll surrender every desire to me
Theyll cry for mercy in pitiful shame,
Theyll give anything to be set free!
Their cries will be deafened, just like mine
Their tears will bleed, leaving their skin frayed.
Their skin will be slashed, just like mine
Their scars will sizzle to the point of decay.
Their eyes will see horror and chaos I love,
They will see what they made me do!
They will never be able to hurt me again
They will never hurt anyone else too!
My emotions are no more, I cannot feel
I yearn to see their pain, just to feel alive.
They took away my heart, my dignity, my spirit!
They shot and raped me on the inside!
Ill make them open up their eyes,
Ill make them identify their wrongs
They continually kept me in misery;
They must know the pain theyve caused!
Slowly I begin to see the faint light,
The tiny reason of why I should kill none.
Then the light is swallowed whole by shadow,
The black deadness keeps me feeling numb.
I know I must rest for tomorrow,
Must prepare for when Ill no longer be
Everyone will witness my sordid end
When I die alongside my enemy
Good night cruel world for you bring only pain;
Youre the cause of a childs demise.
Your impetuous actions have created bloodshed;
And now you must listen to the bleeding cries...
-~*~- Sonya B. -~*~-
I've always liked putting myself in other people's shoes, and that was what I did here. So I guess you could imagine this entire poem was written by someone who was abused by the children at school or who lived a hard and grueling life at home; just imagine a person along those lines. The scene for this poem is a lonely male character who plans a school bombing and decides to his life in the end. I didn't write this poem about anyone in particular but I wondered what must have gone on in his head the night before... that is the what is happening here. But before you read, let's get one thing straight: this poem is purely fictional.
-~ * ~- A Tortured Soul -~ * ~-
The tears are long gone.
All I had crumbled into dust.
Warped emptiness is all that lingers.
Im drenched in dreams of homicidal lust.
I feel the void gnawing at my flesh.
The scars they gave, each painful blow,
Finally break through in splendid relief;
Im sorry I cant hold back; I must let go!
Oh my idea, my plan, my one little vision
My eyes strain from the strong, white light.
I try my best to make it so perfect
Just one chance to make it all right!
After years of constant begging and dreams,
Day after grueling day of so many pains;
After repeatedly seeing my own fall,
I can finally let go of all that remains!
My eyes are dry; I can no longer feel.
The crushing pain is now part of my soul.
The hurt and sorrow will flourish and rise!
Unto them I unload this death defying cold!
Ill cast them away into the dark abyss
Created by their own words and shoves!
They will witness their own disgrace,
Ill drown them in their own tears and blood!
Ill look down below into their shame,
Ill smile and laugh as they suffer and die!
Ill bathe in the bloodshed caused by my hand;
Ill suck their perverted souls dry!
I see my hands shake from the silver blade
Once, I did try to end it all.
Why couldnt I do it; why didnt it end?
Why couldnt I glorify a miraculous fall?
No matter; I will make them all pay
Pay dearly for what they did to me!
Their pathetic, mocking lives are so perfect!
Their deaths are my one and only key
Only then will I see happiness,
Only then will I learn to feel
Only then will I become human,
Only then will I heal
But just like any revenges plot,
I will enjoy seeing the scrumptious prize.
Everyone will finally learn my truth,
I will see it in their frightened eyes.
I can hear it now; utter chaos and screams
Just like music to my ears!
Oh, the blood wonderful ruby red
Swirling endlessly with salty, lovely tears
Oh this sight Ill savor forevermore;
Theyll surrender every desire to me
Theyll cry for mercy in pitiful shame,
Theyll give anything to be set free!
Their cries will be deafened, just like mine
Their tears will bleed, leaving their skin frayed.
Their skin will be slashed, just like mine
Their scars will sizzle to the point of decay.
Their eyes will see horror and chaos I love,
They will see what they made me do!
They will never be able to hurt me again
They will never hurt anyone else too!
My emotions are no more, I cannot feel
I yearn to see their pain, just to feel alive.
They took away my heart, my dignity, my spirit!
They shot and raped me on the inside!
Ill make them open up their eyes,
Ill make them identify their wrongs
They continually kept me in misery;
They must know the pain theyve caused!
Slowly I begin to see the faint light,
The tiny reason of why I should kill none.
Then the light is swallowed whole by shadow,
The black deadness keeps me feeling numb.
I know I must rest for tomorrow,
Must prepare for when Ill no longer be
Everyone will witness my sordid end
When I die alongside my enemy
Good night cruel world for you bring only pain;
Youre the cause of a childs demise.
Your impetuous actions have created bloodshed;
And now you must listen to the bleeding cries...
-~*~- Sonya B. -~*~-
