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Sharanya Singh

Horror Tragedy Thriller

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Sharanya Singh

Horror Tragedy Thriller

Mock Execution

Mock Execution

2 mins
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It never had to be this way

Standing, shimmering in the light of day 

Barely there, transparent soul 

And I look hard enough, I can see 

All those who never left wanted me 

Broken love hinging on a trophy

Bloodied hands 

The shattered glass that never lasts 

Actions escalate because of a broken past


Turn out the lights 

Let me live my horror dream 

Guinea pig that was lost at sea

Can't see anything beyond these unbroken bonds and clenched teeth 

Am I dreaming or am I drowning, falling victim to my own deceit? 

I want to rip my heart apart just to see how the blood'll taste 

Put a gun to my head before I curl up and die in my own hand-dug grave 


Never really live, never really die

Just a game that's to be played, and if you survive 

Slashed scars on your heart and in your head

Am I human or the dead undead? 

Rip me apart, keep it together 

Could even hell subside, because nothing lasts forever

But they're just false alarm signs of hope 

We're all too desolate and high on dope 

Smoke and mirrors, is it real? 

Oh, broken love, I never knew how that feels 


Turn out the lights 

Let me live my horror dream 

Guinea pig that was lost at sea

Can't see anything beyond these unbroken bonds and clenched teeth 

Am I dreaming or am I drowning, falling victim to my own deceit? 

I want to rip my heart apart just to see how the blood'll taste 

Put a gun to my head before I curl up and die in my own hand-dug grave 


And there'll be a tombstone, I can guarantee

Innocent, pretty, unknown beauty of just about fifteen 

Painted in blood and printed in brands, her last words there for all to see 

Screaming, 

I don't want to die 

I don't want to die 

I don't want to die 

I don't want to die.


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