Dim Murder Poems

DIM MURDER

From the deepest part of your soul, can you deny one's dark nature? It is the only part of your heart that may doubt, fearing a certain reality. The bleeding hurt from the inside cries out for an end: your suicide ...

It seems like such an eternity, but it was not so long ago that a jeopardizing depression took hold of me. All these poems that you will see listed below are creations of my incontrollable past where my heart no longer felt, where reason was no longer whole, and where every part of me wanted to die. But now that this is all over, I am no longer afraid to share those intoxicating feelings that burried me deep in someking of hell hole.

No More Demons

I just want to sleep
Sleep forever in my corner
In the darkned corner of my mind
Away from everything else
Away from the world
Away from the hurt
Too far for anything
To reach me
And find what I really hide
Not any demons, they are lost
But a fallen angel
Fallen from above
With not one, but two broken wings
Her halo loses its light
The soldier beside her
Sheltered and crouched there
His face with no more feelings
Like her lost soul
He fights deep inside
Ready to take his own life
Just to lose all those knifes
Stabbed in his back
The only relation
Between th fallen angel
And the close-to-death soldier
Are the tears they shed
Both tired of screaming
Both tired of crying
Help will never reach them
They will die, they have died
It is now my turn to leave this place ...

Safe Place

It's not what's outside
The liar, the mask
The only ones we see
Happiness, joy
Guilty of hiding
What is really behind
It's what's inside
The heart and mind
The broken heart
THe bleeding heart
Unfulfilled, and afraid
Perturbed and questioning
About the true nature of life
However you think about it
The real person
Is who you condemn inside
But the true question remains
Is anyone able to breach
Contour or destroy
That brickwall
The only obstacle between
Between the heart and the face
And finally cut the rope
The one around your neck
And save you from a fate
A fate that was never yours
A fate you imposed upon yourself
The last thing you question about
When holding your rope:
Is your sadened and desperate heart
Really a safe place to hide?

Healing Wounds

In the center of the universe
Where everything lies disturbed
Hanging upside down
Feet on the roof of my room
Trying to get back to ground
Succeeding only at making it
Making this my lonely world
Of desperation and sadness
Will I ever reach that other part
That other part of me
That refuses to come out
Crying and bleeding inside
Laughing and smiling outside
Help me please!
Destroy those demons!
Unlock these knifes!
And heal the wounds
That I have done to myself
And carry out the rest of my life
With the love that has never mended
Nor deceived the attraction
Can two really become one?
Like in fairytales with happy endings
Is this my happy ending?
Or perhaps only the beginning
Of a never-ending journey

Most Destructive

It is never a simple thing
I've said this before
Though it's hard to believe
It is the truth that hurts
It is thee that bleeds you
Thee that destroys you most
Will these wounds ever heal?
This is what I wonder
The starvation, the power
The need to scream
Still lives inside me
The cries and the tears
Flood me inside
The sword through my body
Feeds on my fears
Grows on my hunger
To hide, to go back
Return to safety
Perhaps in his arms I'll stay
Or perhaps simply demonish
But I prefer to live
Rest comfortably with him
They wonder why I won't
Will not open up to them
I say it now and maybe
They could understand
The pain and the hurt
I am living a nightmare
This part of the world
Is not for me, nor my heart
My feelings are dissipating
Slowly in the depths of nothing
Where only my love survives
Thunder and lightning
Surrender to my hate
My disgust, my execration
I am living a nightmare
This part of the world
Is not for me, nor my heart
Would you want to wait
Take a rendez-vous
When in the end, you die again?
So many, I've never seen
Why tempt them to fight?
Why piss them off on purpose?
For economy, probably
And why seperate a world
From another, a stranger?
It is like taking a child
Away from his mother
Why would you take the child
When you know the mother
Of a broken heart, dies first?
You can take history
Out of the world
But you can't tke the world
Out of history
I am living a nightmare
This part of the world
Is not for me, nor my heart
If you take a small fish
And raise it in safety
Away from danger and destruction
Could you drop it
After many years
Into the sea
To swim defensively
With the bigger fishes
And with no recollection
No clue of what awaits
Without weapons to protect
Only a simple mask
The toughest kind, I say
To shield the horrors
And to shield a torment
For the final time, realizing
I am living a nightmare
The last one, I hope
This part of the world
And everthing that comes with it
Is not for me, nor my heart
Even with these words
They could never truly understand
All the fear, the sadness, the anger
The confusion, mostly the hatred
Lying inside me, fuzzy and fluid
Destroying me silently, slowly
Shh, could you listen quietly
And find my voice, my yells
Reaching out to you
All of you do not understand
So you turn your backs
And igonre the pleads
No, that's not right
You are all here
Here beside me, comforting me
But now, do not worry
These are not the tears you think
They are appreciation
When you make the sorrow
Make it all go away
Even for just a moment, a second
The rays of my sun
Are finally starting to shine
Through the dark clouds