I See an Abyss and Jump, and Forever Hold My Peace - Verse

May 7, 2018
By VictoryTheGreat BRONZE, Olivehurst, California
VictoryTheGreat BRONZE, Olivehurst, California
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Favorite Quote:
“You had a pile of rocks, and you cleaned them up pretty and made a necklace. Meg got jewels, and she hung herself with them,” - I Was Here

“And to take another life was, in many ways, the greatest expression of what it meant to be alive.” - The Kind Worth Killing

"The soil of a man's heart is stonier, Louis. A man grows what he can, and he tends it. 'Cause what you buy, is what you own. And what you own... always comes home to you" - Pet Sematary

I think I am gone,
because one after one, the pieces of my perished sanity fell to the floor
I drifted day after day seeing bloody remains
I butchered my soul, and my emotions lay astray
I began to fade into the ghost I made
no one looked hard enough at the carcass I became, and they all stared through me


I am gone,
but I think that’s okay,
I spent hours a day crucifying myself with hateful chants
I always put a smile on my face, because nobody around me wanted a change
I grew tired of the tedious routine, and accepted the ghost I was turning into,
because it was easier to simply become gone


While I was carrying an invisible axe over my shoulder, no one realized I was chopping up my heart when I often played happy
The worst part of all? It seemed everyone had worse problems than I, yet I still was troubled
I knew I was adored by many, but they knew not the rusty blades I swallowed each day
I played stoic to shield my emotional turmoil, because I refused to reveal my bag of knives that I used to carve cursed scriptures onto myself


In a sadistic sense, I was content with my way
when I bathed in my torment, I knew I was granting myself a favor,
I loved that my sick, loathing thoughts fueled me through the day
everyone looked right through me and that was perfectly okay, I wanted to shove the razor blades down my throat each day
I was content with my way


I am gone,
I alone have allowed it, and I’m at peace with it
I will go about my day normally,
I will smile, and play the cordial, jovial person everyone knows
I have slaughtered myself and no one will know but I,
and that’s okay with me.

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