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The Irony
The full moon shines immensely tonight,
casting shadows which contrast the bright.
I walk alone in my own cruel misery,
dripping crimson puddles in line behind me.
The trees whisper a soft echo above.
"Do you not wish you were truly loved?"
I ignore the taunts of the spiteful variety,
But now I can't help but notice the irony:
My mind is in darkness as I supposedly walk alone.
But the road shines brightly showing me my home.
I close my eyes for I wish not to see that sight.
My home brings me no comfort, only pitiful fright.
I continue my stroll down my soul-freeing path,
Opening my skin to release enclosed wrath.
Between two clouds I see a star in the sky.
I look at my wrists, but beauty I do not see.
Between my skin I see blood before my eye,
I look at my wrists, and pity is what I see.
Dizziness begins to overwhelm my conscious,
Blinding my eyes by an internal darkness.
I feel light slipping away.
I see darkness coming my way.
Now I am dreaming in a soft world of blue.
Why does my afterlife have such a peaceful hue?
Red and black is what I deserve.
Fire and ashes is what I'll be served.
I float in this realm of which nobody knows.
I look at my wrists and notice the gaps close.
As I continue my peaceful float,
my happiness ends on a short note.
My hover abruptly switches to a rapid decline.
I'm falling towards hell to pay for my crime.
Fire burst around my soul, trying to consume.
I try to remember the bliss of the preceding blue hue.
An excruciating pain screams through my veins.
Corrosion spreads through me, mounting my shame.
I hear a voice in the distance, and expect it to say.
"You are mine to own, your soul I now claim!"
Instead of the assumed I only hear it yell,
"Clear!" real loudly, then my mind returns to hell.
I know of the outcome if I choose to listen;
It beats this misery I currently exist in.
"Clear!" comes the voice, accompanied by a shock.
The fires begin to diminish, clearing my thought.
I hear the voice one more time,
cheers erupting shortly after.
Soft beeps pulse in my mind,
along with my parent's sobbing laughter.
I lie with my eyes closed in exhaustion,
Recounting the outcome of my emotions.
I hear voices of the friendly variety.
Now I can't help but notice the irony.
The full moon shines immensely tonight,
casting shadows which contrast the bright.
I walk alone in my own cruel misery,
dripping crimson puddles in line behind me.
The trees whisper a soft echo above.
"Do you not wish you were truly loved?"
I ignore the taunts of the spiteful variety,
But now I can't help but notice the irony:
My mind is in darkness as I supposedly walk alone.
But the road shines brightly showing me my home.
I close my eyes for I wish not to see that sight.
My home brings me no comfort, only pitiful fright.
I continue my stroll down my soul-freeing path,
Opening my skin to release enclosed wrath.
Between two clouds I see a star in the sky.
I look at my wrists, but beauty I do not see.
Between my skin I see blood before my eye,
I look at my wrists, and pity is what I see.
Dizziness begins to overwhelm my conscious,
Blinding my eyes by an internal darkness.
I feel light slipping away.
I see darkness coming my way.
Now I am dreaming in a soft world of blue.
Why does my afterlife have such a peaceful hue?
Red and black is what I deserve.
Fire and ashes is what I'll be served.
I float in this realm of which nobody knows.
I look at my wrists and notice the gaps close.
As I continue my peaceful float,
my happiness ends on a short note.
My hover abruptly switches to a rapid decline.
I'm falling towards hell to pay for my crime.
Fire burst around my soul, trying to consume.
I try to remember the bliss of the preceding blue hue.
An excruciating pain screams through my veins.
Corrosion spreads through me, mounting my shame.
I hear a voice in the distance, and expect it to say.
"You are mine to own, your soul I now claim!"
Instead of the assumed I only hear it yell,
"Clear!" real loudly, then my mind returns to hell.
I know of the outcome if I choose to listen;
It beats this misery I currently exist in.
"Clear!" comes the voice, accompanied by a shock.
The fires begin to diminish, clearing my thought.
I hear the voice one more time,
cheers erupting shortly after.
Soft beeps pulse in my mind,
along with my parent's sobbing laughter.
I lie with my eyes closed in exhaustion,
Recounting the outcome of my emotions.
I hear voices of the friendly variety.
Now I can't help but notice the irony.
I really have no explanation for this one. All I can say is read it and enjoy!
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Wow this was great.... it rhymed really well, and I like how you used "Clear!" in this. I also like how you takl about the full moon, casting shadows which contrats the bright. That was a great beginning. It really draws the reader in. Eek I also like how you say that the trees are whispering... and it's taunts of a spiteful variety. But then at the end you hear voices of the friendly variety. So I like how you placed those into the poem.
The whole thing was great, very nice job indeed.
The whole thing was great, very nice job indeed.