Decomposition

Decomposition

A Poem by Shanny Rowanhill

When you're back in your personal hell

When all you can think of is

how the f**k you're supposed to stand

living with yourself

When you're just never surprised anymore...

It's like having a soul.

It's like staring into hell itself

and see nothing

but black fire

Good job.

It's a well-made illusion.

And will it last?

Will it?

 

This is the reason:

f e a r

Four meaningless letters

pushed together

making a word so strong

that it takes

all the other words out

of my mouth.

 

Never before

have i stared at it so

Not breathed

Not moved

Just stared

 

Wait...

Wait...

 

...and BANG,

there it goes

Thanks a lot.

You just ruined my whole existence.

© 2010 Shanny Rowanhill


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Wow. Powerful piece of work.

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Shanny Rowanhill
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