Suicide

As dark thoughts whirlwind into dangerous depths,
Try to concentrate on the bedside lamp one last time
Or does it seem too bright to you tonight?
Emotions trickle onto a white paper piece
Tomorrow morning they’ll just call it a ‘note’.
How do you wanna do it, darling?

Will you like a red flow over a very pale wrist,
Or you wanna sleep in peace…unto eternity?
All your life you wanted the marks off your face,
I don’t think you’d like a last one on your throat.
Why do you wanna do it,darling?

Weren't you mighty faithful at an older time...
Was your faith shattered or your heart broken?
Do the leftover pieces still hurt as bad?
Oh! Does the light seem too bright tonight!
I know how irresistible the darkness is
I know you have desired it all your life.

Put off the flame then, gently blow it out…
And make love to the darkness beyond life.

Why do i even try to write poems?

I am not much of a poet...emotions don't flow to me like flies to a corpse...i don't get poems looking at a silent hill or a full moon(i'd rather think of a werewolf looking at a full moon)...but i love reading poetry...and there are times,very rarely,when i feel like jotting down sudden thoughts coming to me on a piece of paper...and during these seizures i don't get any relief until i've done so. so i write very rarely...and when i do,i wanna share it with people.i know most of these may seem immature...but i want people to still take a look...that's why i'll post them here...if they love them,i'll be grateful...if they hate them,thank you that you've at least tried to read...if they are disgusted...go to the basin and puke it out...whatever be your reaction,i'll be perfectly pleased with all of your comments...thank you...the poems above were written in the last few days(am having one of those seizures at the moment).