GlitterGlitz

GlitterGlitzDiary
2002-03-08 14:54:36 (UTC)

Poem: Need For Death

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not at all suicidal,
It's just that I love myself
Too much that I feel this
Lustful need for Death.

As if my lover in need
He would hover by me,
Wanting to unite with
My being.
Tempting me the heaven
Within his arms, he'd
Tear through me through
My every limb, sweet
Words he'd whisper in my ear.

Sorry, I'm laconic.
But I'm going down,
moonstruck.
And Death understood
my suffering.

I'm my own party's wallflower
my lovers' doormat
my friends' trusty dustpan.
I'm even the crowd's
roastbeef for lunch.
I have a megaphone for a mom,
a zombie for a dad,
I try hard to be the emcee
on a noontime show for the

deaf and mute.

Forever in this circus
of eternal madness,
the madness I am
would bounce and shudder
and scream in mad delight
for Death,

That Death would swear
and curse for me,
That Death would scream
for me,
That Death would hold
his promise of killing those
who made me suffer and
cringe in my agony.

In a smorgasbord of emotions
Death would merge with me.
I would slay as the Dark Angel
with a scythe in ruthless anger,
in sheer melancholy, and
in the darkest true love.




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