Poetry excerpt from Demonic Lulladies
© S.B. “LullaDIEs”
Laying in the darkness, the cold hard streets underneath me, I cry.
The rain of the night mixes with my tears, I just want to die.
I wear only the black lingerie I bought for HIM.
Suddenly my thoughts turn grim.
The very idea of HIM causes the images to flood my mind,
HIM. HER. Together.
We were suppose to be forever.
I stand to my feet, frozen from the cold night.
But standing alone seemed to take all my might.
The dead end alley seeming suddenly evil.
Alone, I could feel the presence of the devil.
It was suppose to be a surprise.
But the images, the lies.
Taking a few steps, I spot something in a garbage can.
A gun, I grab it in my hand.
Probably from a kid who robbed a gas station.
To me, it was a sign. A way out of my devastation.
I no longer had HIM.
The thought alone made life seem dim.
My entire future was put aside for that… Beast.
He didn’t care, not in the least.
I grabbed the gun,
I fought my instinct to run,
As if my destiny was to end tonight,
There was but one bullet left in sight.
I grab a piece of broken glass and cut my wrist.
How I wished we’d never kissed.
I smear the blood on the wall.
But the pain it did not dull.
When done, I sat and screamed.
All sanity flowing from me.
As if controlled by another, my arm came up to my head.
With a flick of a finger, this is the end.
When the cops got to the scene,
One word was written as red as can be.