RebeliousWOLF

I am dying. At only 25 years of age, I am dying. It's such a beautiful word. Dying. Like a long slow sigh of relief after a difficult struggle, which is more than familiar to me. But the word and sound is the only beautiful thing about it. I am likely to survive this ordeal, it happens often now. And when it does, I hear its secrets whispered and blown along the wind. From where I lie, in this lean white room, I hear them spoken under awnings, murmured over counters, delivered as well known facts across gates. It won't be long now, they say he's dying. At times like this, when this 'illness' appears, it's easy to see what's being said, ea

He's that poor man from across the road, the one you used to see taking his pretty, dark haired daughter to school every morning, smiling at everyone. You probably exchanged a brief smile with him yourself a few times, when you were out in the garden. You have a lovely garden. He's complimented you on it before. He's the one you used to see, a gleeful smile on his face when he was with his family. Watching him from the window of your house you used to think he was always so happy, but that's the thing isn't it, they're always the ones that hurt the most. There are times when you have to search for a second to remember his name. You're prett

E is for Erik who was buried alive Erik is me I will not survive Six foot deep But it's not the first time My friend used to bury me and I used to weep He committed these crimes When we were six years old Next door neighbours In the woods where it was cold He said "It'll make you strong" But he was very wrong He left me there Lost for days I was running out of air They found there in a daze On the verge of death Lucky, I survived that time But not tonight It's hard to explain how it feels My thoughts of this premature burial In my frustration, the coffin collides with my heels I have no headstone, no memorial I can

A dark carnival comes to town A parade of dancing skeletons A beautiful woman in a red gown The ring leader with the round spectacles The years I've been here "I will be your ticket taker" Is my line, to be said with a smile "Come inside it's a dream" We have a certain style In which we will make you scream "Welcome to the lower birth, The greatest show unearthed" We appear without a sound The darkest show around "Madness, murder, dismay" As my fellow entertainers like to say After we disappear in the dead of night Leaving blood on the concrete

As I walk down this path I feel as if I'm losing my soul Fearful of Satan's wrath Attempting to block it out is futile in this cold hell hole Darkness lurks inside this place Bones hidden in every wall An evil presence I'd once learned to embrace If I die here tonight, they won't find my body at all In this place is a hell on earth Death will not come swiftly A hell that does not reside in the under growth Death will be slow, painful I have sealed my fate, loath To admit my mistake I should never have came But I did And now The hell will swallow me whole and spit out me bones for the dogs to chew