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Cyanide

March 25, 2009
By Konnar SILVER, Qualicum Beach, Other
Konnar SILVER, Qualicum Beach, Other
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All this feeling is pushing me to the brink
I can't bear it, this feeling of uselessness,
It taints me, it is me, this is the charade used too impress
This is me the hate, the rage, the denial, the feeling
This is the only thing I can accomplish, too swallow
this pill, that he said would help me rid myself of the feelings,
No, this thing has last breath, death written on
it in blood as I look for the crimson liquid's owner I see the body, what's left anyway
It's bloody pool giving way to it's former host, which seems too have been harvested for body parts,
It looks like it was a good harvest there seems to be less than yesterday's
All because he denied this pill, this white pill encased in a crimson chrysalis, this pill that will take the feeling away

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please note I have never been fond of grammer and this is totally fictional

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on Jun. 16 2009 at 12:16 am
RainWashed PLATINUM, Park City, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Repeat the good and the bad. Do it all again. And pile on the years."

This was an interesting piece because it really spoke to me. Thanks for writing so good.