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A young woman wanders the concrete streets
Ignored by the masses that push her aside
She doesnt want the treasures of atlantis
Only to be hugged...smiled at...noticed at all

Braced against the cold she keeps on walking
Frostbite is nipping at bit of exposed flesh
But she has long since ceased to feel the pain
And only a shred of humanity is is left within

Now she stands in the bustling city center
Wretched and crying, shivering and dying on the inside
Grabbing onto anyone whoe walks by her
Shaking them jsut so they will look in her eyes

But still...

Nobody looks at her...its like she never existed
Not even a whispered breath upon the wind
A little girl lsot with no way to get home again
Theres nothing left for her to do but die

Taking a breath in as deep as she can
She lets it all out in a banshee scream
But still...not even a glance from a passerby
Not any sort of acknowleddgement of existence

Her lungs are collapsing, shes running out of air
And still she keeps on screaming on...screaming out
Veins bulging out from her neck, eardurms shatter and burst
A body drops to the ground, blood spreading fast

Her scream continues though her soul has died
And her body begins to fade into nothingness
The scream, however, lingers on and on
Suddenly someone looks up from the crowd

Shouts of alarm and pain ring forth from the land
As the dead girls scream reverberates over and over
Nobody can hear anything but that cacophony
Dropping to the ground, now they scream too

A million eardrums shatter all at once
The streets run thick with rivers of blood
Bodies hit the concrete with a sickening thud
Never again to walk the streets, blissfully oblvious

If ignorance is bliss, then please tell me this,
Why was nobody happy here..
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Author's Comments

this is actually a poem that i wrote many...many years ago.

WEll okay maybe only 4 or 5. I'm re-typing it from memory, so its probably a weeee bit differetn from its orignal version. oh well..whatevie!

Warning..violent imagery ahead...references to nasty goings on and such....im giving it a mature rating but i dont really think it desevres one...just being safe.

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:iconbrainbo:
that last line was a doozy!!! nice

--
If you're ever about to be mugged by a couple
of clowns, don't hesitate — go for the juggler -Lee Entrekin
:iconcrimsontearsofsorrow:
thank you, i thought so too. if youve read more than a few pieces of my poetry one might notice that i tend to do that alot

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My girfriend's DA- [link]

[link] me nekkid again in this one
:iconplusnia:
A few typos here and there, but who gives a fuck? This is WONDERFUL! I loved it so hard!

:heart:

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The nastiest thing i've ever seen.

91.2.14.06
:iconetherealbeing:
i liiiiiike it...its long but it never loses track like many long poems do....enjoyed it vedy much oh yes.

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lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
and i will try to fix you

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March 3, 2006
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