When your suicidal, you feel that it is your birthright
to look out at the world with a demented scowl on
The blood, red eyes that sting with pain from lack
of sleep…dart from side to side when you walk
among the normal.
Trusting no one.
Wanting no one.
Looking through people; while you remain faceless
among a crowd of villains.
Your persona becomes one of agony that creeps within
every pore of your skin—when you sense the eternal
vipers slithering in your soul.
Someone who dares to grasp the knife and continues
to slice, slice, slice…
Until your body is no more—and the demons can
laugh with glee.
Laugh with glee as the damnation continues.
Dan Provost is 41 years old and reads a lot of poetry. Some of his favorites include:
Bukowski, Lyn Lyfshin, RC Edrington, JJ Campbell, and Arthur Rimbald. He has been
published in numerous poetry e-zines and small print magazines.
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