Darkest Depths, by bedazzled
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I've seen the darkest depths now.
Kept visiting tones of midnight,
thought there couldn't be any more ink
to stain my heart
but I was wrong.
There is a shadow darker
than all those that have haunted you.
A cold, unforgiving shade of black
called suicide.
Until you have stood
sheathed in in,
draped in it,
permeated by it,
you have seen nothing.
I was but a writhing corpse
stabbed by naked truth,
devastating despair.
Nothing but tears
and ragged sobs,
shreds of words.
I wanted out so desperately.
But there was still
the slightest gossamer thread
of hope.
I still wade through the waters,
still caught in the undertow.
I glance back at the centre
of the black lake
and close my eyes.
"I loved not wisely
but too well." - Othello.
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Posted: 2009-10-05 08:31:54 UTC |
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