Poetry Time

Clock ticking. Mind is tricking me, playing clicking sounds. Tick tock tick tock. My head pounds with this perpetual beat. One tick after another, each bringing me closer to defeat. I move away, to keep the perpetual rhythm at bay. I feel my mind begin to sway. A bend in my reality. The brutality, of such duality in these realities. Death, a finality formality. But I'm certain that my mortality is stronger than actuality. I just can't die. Why? Do I have a greater purpose or will I resurface a stronger man. Stronger man, I wish I am. I believe it's not up to me to makes such determinations but by the devil himself whom has condemned me to damnation. I feel my life is worthless. All these unwanted feelings beginning to surface. I wish I were shameless not nervous. A stronger man. I wish I could be. I aim to show the world my final act, my final deed for the world to see. A stronger man. I wish... I feel myself being cooked like a steak over the fiery coals of hell. A sacrificial dish. The smell... The sound... Of burning flesh A stronger man. I want to be. But it's hard to see without colour, please! I plea! Show me the world through colourful eyes. I'm tired of seeing everything in black and white. Maybe I'm not the man to become as strong. My legacy, a few dark poems maybe one happy song. Maybe I'm not the man to become so wise. As my age is young, and I feel that life is certainly short as death will soon come. Not sure when. Not sure how. But razors and a noose, a curtain raiser and my legs hanging loose. Sliced wrists dripping to the floor. My grand finally but no one came. No tickets sold. I feel cold whilst I drip quickly. My legs shaking as I scramble for air. Finally I see colour, black, white, shades of grey and ruby red. Shame that I am so close to death. Isn't it ironic that the answer was there the whole time. But to commit and damn myself with such a dishonourable crime. I think it's time to end this story well. I dwell on my fantasies of death but to no avail. So I end this tale with the colour red. Fuck this world and fuck death. Bobdoggreborn 2016