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Embrace

Long skeletal fingers grip tight around my throat
squeezing what life force I have left into a pulp of skin & blood

Forcing sound I release one last final breath into this lost paradise
where the only truth is death itself cloaked in black & grey

Anger & pressure exit from my heavy mood
as I enter the moment of true acceptance & no return, I smile at…

…death’s embrace
I fall in disgrace
Savagely taken
Into a new evil place

Death’s embrace
With contorted face
I block the pain
& fade without trace

The Devil sits crossed-legged in front of me wearing my smile
as he slowly burns his name into my already tortured mind

Each letter burns like acid & smoulders with a putrid toxin of burning flesh
which I inhale with a demonic sense of satisfaction

Finally, I have been saved & found by the only one who can ever understand
my pain & affliction connected with this disease

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the layers and levels of depression are a mystery to many. I wish we were amongst them...on second thought they provide deep insight and inspiration, such as this. great write. walking hand in hand with your demons...and a chat session with...

*hugs, Sis
ever, eddy

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I was just having fun with words. I recorded this one & particularly only rhymed the chorus section. It won't become a new track as this was an experiment but I was pleased with the vocalisation of it.

Depression can be used as an outlet to express yourself, rather than seeing it for a reason to be down on yourself. Some of (in my opinion) better writes have come from the dark stages of depression.

As always, thanks for the read & comment.

regards

One.

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"with all that I am & all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me"

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I think that most characters that feel as outcasts; feel as though the Devil is the only one that really understands. Not true!
There are other tortured souls like Killer, who feel the same. His divided-self [alter-ego Sir Gee], is an attempt at feeling better
with who he is. I sympathize with your protagonist, and wish him well. As this has none of the elemental parts of rhyme, I don't feel that I am qualified to make any statements about the quality of this piece. I like the emotion displayed without liking the emotion itself. ~ Geez.
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The imagery in the poem communicates fear and terror that surrounds the poet. In poetry, imagery generally functions as the poem back bone or grounding rods because images are used to evoke a readers gut-level response.

Emotive, longing, evocative! Emotionally stabbed!

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

I agree that imagery can become the backbone of a poem. I sometimes write songs & can then emphasise the backbone with sound too.

I appreciate your welcomed read & subsequent comment,

regards

One.

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"with all that I am & all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me"

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