Poem -
Suicide Hymn II
Have I not been to long in the mist of dissuading internal happiness?
Have I not earned the right to be in an exalted perception of existence?
It is my right to carve this flesh that has lusted to the foulest extreme,
Vices have overtaken to shroud my mind of a million wrongs.
Sick, Sick, Sickening. Feeding the demons with wings from the crystalline kingdom,
Weak, Weak, Weakening. Dreaming and driven to cut the heart resting therein,
Anesthetics are so nostalgic forgetting that you never mattered,
Endorphins released at the sight of a rope destined for my neck,
Have I not been to long in the tomb of perpetual loathing magnificent?
Have I not earned the right to die?
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Comments
Love it, nicely penned Timothy much love nardine xox
Thank you your a pretty sweet writer too ! XOX
I personally think that the soundtrack for a suicide more than a hymn is a sonata or a litany. Like the author, I think that death is a right, but more that the suicide would be in euthanasia, a death worthy and assisted when all hopes for life have been lost. Suicide is an outburst that apart from make suffering to those who love the suicide is useless, to die always there awhile. The author says:
“Enfermo, enfermo, enferma. Alimentación de los demonios con las alas del Reino cristalino. Débil, débil, debilidad. Soñando y conducido para cortar el corazón descansando en ella, los anestésicos sirven para olvidar la nostalgia que nunca importa”
All persons have won the right to die, but death not an invitation it is simply arrives.
Greetings, I love the poem.
hey thanks for the feedback, its actually for an album i'm trying to make called the 'THE BOOK OF SUICIDIUM" i has 6 originally when i was 17 but i threw them away cause well, they sucks and i'm trying to revitalize my Tales Ov Woe project