Untitled 27-4-10

Eyes unfocused, I stumble to the middle of the room
A momentary pause, a final contemplation
But my mind has already been made up
Ever since that pain became unbearable.
And I listen to the sound of the past
Shame being plucked across those strings
As my body convulses and twitches in vain
Last ditch effort to draw a final breath.
Those uncontrollable sobs that you couldn't soothe
All the scars you never tried to hide
It almost gave you pleasure to watch me writhe
Will your darkness be satiated with my death?

Reddened tears that drip to the floor
Gradual staccato that cannot be ignored.
Your sins that gently swing before you
Lingering hate that cannot be erased.

- 27/April/2010


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Written to the song "Nakigahara" by the GazettE, with some lines particularly inspired by the koto solos.

I just realised that this actually seems out of chronological order; however, I wrote this one in the midst of writing the previous poem, "Sexual Deviant". So technically, "Sexual Deviant" precedes this one although it's completion date comes after.
Not that it really matters.