I KILL MYSELF

To kill is to thrill myself
With looks as hooks
I kill myself
With diabolic thoughts
With bleeding veins
On feeding pains
I kill myself
On faking the truth
On baking the bones
By waking the boonsI kill myself
On blasting the past
On revolting at last
I kill myself
With the bleeding brain
Filling the drain
For the weed to feed on
I kill myself
But never have I killed anyone
For buying the thrill
But with sobbing
While robbing
With their curses
And of my verses
I kill myself

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13 responses to this post.

  1. Why did you write this? It reeks of morbid masochism. Or perhaps extreme depression. Wasn’t expecting such stuff from you! (Sorry for being judgmental about this poem, but I really couldn’t help expressing my bewilderment.)

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  2. That’s ok !!!!!, i would love to see all kind of comments..What u could understand is the real truth…This is a poem expressing the REAL me…i’m always depressed in the inner core of my heart 🙂
    With always looks as hooks ;-)..wishing to kill myself
    And thanx 4 delivering such a truth ful comment……….

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  3. that was pretty weird poem..
    anyhow poems are n’t my cup of tea so can’t actually judge them..

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  4. OH yea .. a lil weird stuff frm this weird creature!!!!
    Thanx for ur comment n visit 🙂

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  5. ur welcome…
    its feels good to read something that i can’t understand.. 😛

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  6. thats cool..u can read as u wish ..some may dig deeep :).. while others just pass by :D..bt sill im happy coz someone is reading 😛

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  7. i like how u write.

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  8. i liked ur way also.loved it actually ..wil keep checking urs
    and thanks for ur comment 🙂

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  9. is that you inside? After reading your posts.. this one sounds weird.. anyway its the other side of the same coin

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  10. u btr call me a dice..have got many sides..
    thanks for ur comment 🙂

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  11. […] October 3rd, 2007 in life, me, my words, thoughts Someone commented that this poem conveys the other side of a coin, Hmm u better call me a dice, a coin has got only 2 […]

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  12. As another person says above, this is a pretty weird poem. Very different from the poems I have seen in your blog, say, a month or two ago. Your images are stronger, your anger and perhaps even self-loathing is more spiked, but your language weaker.

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  13. i dont know how to make it better..nor do i get that strong image nowadays 🙂

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