sirravennekros

Herzeleid und Sehnsucht
A plaintive cry
a bleeting lost lamb.
alone to die
trapped before the dam.
Caught on a sigh
loathing who I am.

Chapped and bloody lips
chew at old pain.
heartbreak my throat grips
I swallow my disdain.
Bloody vein drips
and I become a stain.

In my solitude
I wonder why it's me
uncomfortably screwed,
left dangling from a tree.
Poisoned attitude
that none will choose me.

I am further killed
by the ache in my breast
Broken, strangled, stilled
by bloody disinterest.
By heavy sorrow filled
and laid to my rest.

Rejected and alone, I wallow in the feces of my own distaste.

Pain, rage, violence
intense and inescapable
I grab the throat of my self pity.
and squeeze the breath from my misery.
Why?
I asked myself, but I knew the truth
it was my own pathetic uselessness
that drove the rejection
And I would choke that too.
Eyes coated red
with anger and disgust
I squeeze with all my strength
about the neck of my foe.
And at last it is still,
bruised, silent, and broken.
Eyes stare up at me
glazed now with death,
no longer pitying
no longer crying.
Eyes that belong to me.


Created in a fit of pique one lonely night at work... around 4 am in the morning in the parking lot. It is dedicated to all those who understand the cycle of which I speak.