Another needle, another dying hope

Tattoos, piercings, a nice hairdo…what am I to do? When the holiest of thoughts just ditch you there to croak in loneliness? Am I to blame for being human and for feeling?

Yet the questioning goes far beyond the question marks….indeed a life is not always as it seems. And my terms have no end as justifications are rather harsh.
I laid there while you pushed the needle through my brow thinking how the pain was glorious and how you were as well. Oblivious for a split second yet how I wish it could have lasted longer. But no, back to the starting point I was, wondering why the hell those I find to be not so shallow are taken…or so bloody far away
Reality is shattered by the empty glass sitting on my lap. Thoughts just ramble through as I sit there alone and hoping for something that would never come. One consciousness when it comes to dying of loneliness within a crowd…rather be alone if I must be lonely. Then again who am I to know what is sentiments at this point.I am but a puppet of my own desires…
The cradle lingers in my mind, and the filth rubs me into a deep trance…the cars go by, people speak without truly listening to each other…and I die.
Nothing new yet this is not depression, though it may seem like it. The anger vanishes but the vacant spot still remains. Emotional sickness condensed within a month is far more for me to bear, but bear I shall. Simple woman, floating in a pile of shit, no means to pay food, yet privation always feels good. Nothing more but university as a finish point…I’d much rather fade back into my mess. If I must bow before my bad luck I’d much rather take the blame.
Gaps in my memory as to how long it’s been since my last decent kiss…if ever there was one. And souls go on roaming in front of me, tangling together…But I’m just the observer.
Ranting brings me no where, therefore this is not ranting, yet more like a constatation. It’s my belief that people either look at you as a freak, or see your true potential…
Seems that in this orange snowy city, no one is reaching out for more than shallowness…
Lingering within decay, and the heavy sensations that a mere piercing can bring you with the flow of vicious thoughts it puts you through…along with the contemplation of the one piercing you…I live within death and I die within life. I killed my barriers the day I understood people just didn’t give a fuck anyway….
So do me a favour…and don’t give a fuck…

By die Krähe

I am darkness incarnated.I am but a Crow, flying above desolated lands, in search of what only exists in the realm of the forsaken...Ich bin Aine die Hexe, A solitaire Witch...

17 comments

  1. I cannot grant your request. If I said I didn’t care I would be lying. I know how you feel…Death is always near…But unless we are weak enough Death cannot reave us from this world. The masses of this planet are morons…NOT you all.

  2. idiocy is not contageous, fully aware of it
    however death is not a curse yet a release
    the easy way out perhaps, yet not necessarly the way to chose…
    Id also like to add that death comes under many forms…physical death as well as psychological…psychological death is always within the prelude…thats the form of death i was reffering to

  4. but why expect the best of results…
    nothing is best, nothing is worst…life just leads you untill you decide to lead it yourself….

  6. I like your writing very much.
    And I do give a fuck.
    You are very insightful and well-written.
    I’m going to remember some of your quotes, they’re powerful.

    *Beautiful Mess*

  8. If all is true, then why give a fuck. The way I see it, is that we all need certain things in life.
    “As long as I have needs,
    I have a reason to live.
    Satisfaction is DEATH…”

  9. Purchase some needles and fill your stomachs you filthy dogs!

  12. ILL sell u guys some needles, it will cosat u cock strickin jews extra though.

  14. Who said that maturity has anything to do with it…
    Do you really think that a site with the name darkness.com would be mature?

  15. are you blind enough to mistake maturity with difference, darkness itself lad?
    what are you a gino?
    grow up, or get a brain, either way you’re quite incoherent within your comments
    now just leave people alone, your specific case is getting old

  16. i actually am not here to insult everyone, but when u submit a peice of shit like thias one, i have no other choice

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