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The night you killed everything,
The night you told your last lie,
The night you gorged myself on my heart
And sipped on my sanity, you selfish, sick shoggoth --
That night, this is what happened,
Narrated as if it was happening right now.


My brain is bleeding
Open it up, and behold!
The thing that should not be
A million maggots feasting on my sanity
Kisses and promises and desire --
Despair, heartache, and submission.

Blood spurts like a diseased ejaculation
Out from my mouth that swore it'd drink your cum
Vomit pours where lovely words once flew
My memory on critical mass; it's been raped
Ravished by lustful animals of internal hatred --
I collapse, and shudder and twitch.

My body rejects you, like an organ
Given to someone with the wrong blood type,
Every cell screaming to get you out of my system
My head killing off forcibly the infestation you laid therein
Seizures of transcendent pain start to wrack me,
And I swear I hear your voice.

"But for God's sake," I wonder in delerium
"At this rate, you're going to kill me."
Logic and intelligence, grace and morality
A soaring spirtualism -- I never gave up on God! --
Everything I am rising into my skin
Negating everything you're not.

I convulse, my head knocking against the wall
But the physical pain pales as to the sheer terror on the inside
I would have done anything for you, and you didn't give a damn
Couldn't give up your immorality for my purity

And again my organs reel backwards, as if wincing,
Fighting off that feeling that I'll always be alone.

My whole body can't take anymore
And forcibly runs itself into the ground, retreating
Into the black arms of unconciousness --
And before I know it, I've awoken.
Filthy, but supremely better, for as I stumble up to the mirror --
I see I'm me again -- me, not the me you wanted me to be.

And just like that
I'm over you.
©2005-2010 ~Royal-Sovereign
:iconroyal-sovereign:

Author's Comments

This poem is dedicated exclusively to the memory of Andrew Nieman, who broke my heart just before Christmas 2004, as no one has ever done then or since. He was a liar, a disgusting slut who used me solely for his own sadistic pleasure.

I wrote this to Gwen Stefani's "What Are You Waiting For," whose electroclash beat made me think of a catatonic seizure. Thinking of the memory of Andrew as a disease to be expelled from my body...that's essentially how this poem came about.

The poem is free-verse but tightly structured, consisting of a series of six-line stanzas.

Mature content on this one -- some of the vocabulary choices are a bit less than kosher, as you'll soon see. :o

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:iconshadowchildofchaos:
... Nice.... The poety thought is a bit complex... And its really nice when put with such an uncomplexed emotion... I'm not to sure if I like the eng though... It seems to.... I don't know.... It just doesn't seem to keep the flow of the rest of the peom... Um.... My be expand it?... Its just the last thought seem a little confined.... Whatever.... Its a really good peice of work... Keep it up... Blesseed be...
:iconroyal-sovereign:
Thank you Matt. :hug:

The ending remains unchanged, however, because honestly I think it ties up the negative emotions and shows I'm just better than him, you see?

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:rzero:Bow Before Thy Sovereign:rzero:

Foxboy:
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Made In Japan,
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:#1:¡FOR GREAT JUSTICE!:#1:
:iconverily:
that was so devestatingly me. that's my life, my soul, my heart, you captured it all in your words in a way i never could.

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Lust is that hot steamy night in the back of your best friend's boy friend's car. -
me
:iconleia856:
you nailed it dude. i was worried about the ending but you totally pulled it off. damn good job. this is how I found you and this is why I stay. ;-)
:icontoddboy2001:
Understanding, Cleansing and a Step Forward. It's really good. :winner:

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:ohmygod: Who's been :lick:ing my cookie? :lol:
:iconphoenixlancer:
Whoa... I had the image of the girl from the Exorcist back there... violent and angry emotions released. And that's the first time I've seen the word 'shoggoth'...

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Sekai Wa Eien Ja Nai Da...
:iconsquidmafia:
Damn man, the language of your poetry is so wonderfully bold, it's all kosher to me, heheh. You don't overdo it, either. The boldness makes this all the more effective. I also feel that the ending does round this off very nicely. I can see how it could come off as being too sudden and severe, but in the context of this poem, reading that last stanza, it works. That type of twist was needed, especially after reading through all that pain. Nice job.
:iconkayogi:
*speechless*

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EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE.
:iconmethrinn:
Wow. Nicely done. Your metaphors are always really amazing.

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This sensation's overwhelming,
Give me a kiss good-night tonight,
And everything will be alright,
Tell me that I won't feel a thing..
So give me novacaine..

Novacain
-Greenday

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