No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though he never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
“Fade to Black” – Metallica / Live, Sh*t, Binge & Purge
I’ve tried this before to little avail
But this time determined to stay gold
My aim was true the blade took hold
The gashes on my arm a tempest of Braille
Of each attempt before where I failed
I believe I’ve played my final checkmate
In this quiet club where most anything goes
No one notices as I’m caught in pain’s throes
The link between life and death starting to mutate
No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
My thoughts miles away, with millions to go
At last I leave this earth, this fool’s paradise
Smiling at the success of my pending demise
My heartbeat a descant to my blood’s smooth flow
An improvement on this life I’ve come to know
It’s an odd pleasantry as my body starts to die
The euphoria on knowing I will soon be free
My shirt adorned in the crimson spree
And try as I might, I simply cannot cry
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try
He will come now, I say dispelling my fears
A hole in the wall expands revealing a park
Giving entrance to a figure cryptic and dark
And I marvel how no one else sees or hears
As the avatar of death himself slowly appears
He comes now, years after his help was enlisted
His movement young and yet somehow old
Beauty redefined in his most unique mould
The “what if” and “what is” become rapidly twisted
Yesterday seems as though he never existed
And he comes soft as a murmuring breeze
To guide me from this plane to the next
I welcome this release from the pretext
That each day here was worthy of reprise
Feeling the release of life’s final degrees
I wanted this death, and Death is willing to comply
It’s the start of a beautiful friendship
He grasps my frail hand in this new kinship
But I’m not dying, for to say I have lived is a lie
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
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Yes, another glosa.
Raivenne-lations 
wow…dark verse….dying to meet you at an all new level…smiles…i like the metallica verse as well…they are a fav from back in the day….the last two lines of this are surely zingers….
“…dying to meet you at an all new level…” Good one!
Thanks Brian.
A poem about melancholy and an oncoming darkness, and an ambitious poetic framework structuring that dark vision.
“..an oncoming darkness..” I like the sound of that.
Thank you, Semaphore.
Where did THAT come from? This is a stunning write, Raivenne; so vivid in scene and thought, it is like watching a scene from a play. Beautiful writing, even on such a dark subject. Then again, I see through the darkness, which I think may be your intent! In any case, I am impressed with this poem!
Where it came from? Only the muse and God knows. I just put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboards) and let it flow.
Thanks Charles
Awesome!
Beautiful, if certainly disquieting. There have been many times when I’ve wished I could believe in an afterlife, especially one better than this life.
dark & disquieting for sure. impressive form!