I've been writting a compilation of poems which I named Decadent Soul. It's mostly just venting poems, and most of them aren't very good. They weren't made to look fancy, or to sound good, just to vent. I decided to post here 3 poems which are part of this compilation.
I haven't checked the poems for typos or mistakes, so I apolgize if there are any.
After all that went on
Now you are gone,
And here without you,
I don't know what to do,
All I have ever feared,
Was that you disappeared,
And so it has become true,
And I stand without you.
So I will go out at night,
Get into every possible fight,
Every poison I shall drink,
Hoping our sorrow shall sink,
This wound I can't seem to heal,
So I will find ways to not feel,
This monster I have now become
Stays because I can't stay numb,
Can't be numb but I can't cry,
So I shall find a way to die,
But in this pit I will have to stay,
Struggling and trying to find my way,
Suffering untill life and death meet,
In agony, alone in this cold street,
Because people expect me to stay strong,
When everything around me has gone wrong,
So I shall try to live somwhere I don't belong,
Suffocating, dacing in depression forever long.
The Dark is coming with a knife,
So run, run for your dear life,
The one that's not there,
Because the Dark does not spare
And this agony you can't bare,
So in panic you will still run,
And the Dark will keep having fun.
Everywhere you can see the pain,
All around you can hear the cries,
All these yearns will be in vain.
It does not matter, everyone dies.
Everybody will eventually leave,
Much more sooner than later,
So there is no use to believe,
When everyone around is a traitor.
Against the Dark, you stand no chance,
So my dear, don't resist, just dance.
Waking up amongst the wrinkled sheet of my bed,
A headache torments the memories of you in head,
Memories of all we shared and all we had said,
Memories of your deep tender eyes and soft hair,
The memory of the fact that you're no longer there.
Amongst these wrinkled sheets, my soul feels dead,
Tainted with a numbness cancer which has spread
Through all my heart, So I shall write instead.
Write about all these bright memories which I hold so dear,
Your soft touch and the sweet words you whispered in my ear.
So now I stay in this darkened room, alone I shall write here.
Write endless hopeful songs which your ears will never hear.
Write dimoralising verses which your eyes shall never read.
Write about my hopeless trapped spirit which will never be freed.
Alone in this melancholoc room now, I have nothing to hold.
Without you here, the whole world around me has gone cold.
Standing under these wrinkled chilly sheets in a night of storm.
The seraphic memories of you are the only thing to keep me warm.
But they only keep me warm untill I am reminded that I'm all alone.
So here, in solitary confinement, under the sheets I turn to stone.
Ensnared in loneliness, the memories of you grow old,
Forever has passe, my mind no longer has track of time.
Those moments will never be back, as so it was foretold,
So hidden in this dark room, I shall write another rhyme.
Damned to live closed up, untill my body runs out of air.
My feelings decayed and my soul numb, because fate is unfair.
Nothing to help me stand against the chilly, disruptive weather,
Every raindrop cuts me deep,because fate won't let us together.
Destiny has cursed me, a curse which I shall never be free of,
So in the Dark, I shall love you the way I am supposed to love.
Hidden in shadow, in secret,
With my mind gone mad wicked,
It pains my heart so much,
To see you but never touch.
So I shall love you hidden,
Because our love is forbidden.