A Memory, A Nightmare

A broken soul is the agony I carry
My own grave is a home that I'll bury

Justice and law are as meaningless as the air
Watching the sun set, I can only stare

Midnight now, the blackness envelopes the world
The night is cold, on this chair I'm curled

These are the nights which bring the memories back
These are the frights which remind me of the attack

Quarter past 3 and still I cannot sleep
For there are thoughts in my head which I keep

Closing my eyes for less than a second, a flash enters which gives me a scare
Just like the skies, my heart is blackened,the cash in my hand gave me a nightmare

This money is no cleaner than the blood on my fingers
Guilty thoughts of these terrible events linger

God has already given me up to the Devil
Now Satan and I are on the same level

Leave this place, I must go far
I'm a discrase and very much bizzare

I exit a city full of horrors and cries
But this only leads to my own demise

Away from home into this foreign place
But still, I see victim's face

I grab the bullet marked "Scorpius" from my inventory
And now I can see that this slug will end my story

A broken soul is what I have carried
And my new home is....

....the grave I have burried

Yes, it was meant to touch the darker emotions.

Wow, i really like your poem Scorpius, and the dark, brooding gothic feel. Thanx for sharing..

(((((hides under blankey))))) ((((((pisses on self)))))

Your a VERY BAD man. 😢

Yet still, What da business be, main? ((((gives a gangsta hand-shake))) ((((Chest-bump)))🙂

In reality, voice, I've been involved in some very ill dealings ealier in life. Without going into detail, blood and money often went together quite regularly. Poetry is a way of expressing my guilt but I was never really paid to take a life although I wont deny that accusation.

To some, death is a price, a loss, even a relief. But to me, death is simply regeneration of the soul, a way to start over.

Thank you for the compliments, mystic and Garfield. It's always nice to have a fan or two.

Thank you, another.

scorpius_ really nice poem...quite dark thou...but i guess thats what makes it interesting!

nice job, really like your poem;.