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Array ( [sid] => 21401 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Dreams of Asphyxiation [time] => 2003-08-03 02:05:00 [hometext] => inspired by an ambient song i made of the same name. from a period when i had a bizarre obsession with suffocation. enjoy. (i use the word "molasses" in this scrawl. i think that's nifty) [bodytext] => i dream of slow death
through suffocation
i dream of slipping, softly away

dangling from a rafter
leather strap 'round my neck
lungs, constricting, spasming

feeling the warm rush
as my body tingles, and goes numb
the blunt pain on the back of my skull

saliva, dripping from my mouth
pressure in my eyes
feel something pop, and i go blind

in my head i see the Blue world
the overlapping planes of non-existence
feeling the atmosphere swallow me whole

hearing, in the distance
a sweet siren call
like a haunting flute played only for me

i feel a great burden lifted from my shoulders
and i know that, in the physical realm
i have died

a grating, buzzing sound tears the air
and the sky splits open
revealing yet another world

heavy hues of Grey oppress
the air, thick like molasses
my dead lungs labor, flailing in some chaotic dance
as they struggle to produce what i no longer need

on the cracked Grey floor of this world
i sit, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of peace
cascading through me like no pill ever has

eyes ever closed, i wait for Nothing
and Nothing never comes
but, i won't mind waiting longer

soon (or not) the floor cracks wide
and another ethereal form ascends
i stand, ready to meet my new friend

we walk the planes of Grey, like old friends
talking of our old lives, our old fears and hopes
and finally, of our lifelong Dreams of Asphyxiation [comments] => 3 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Dreams of Asphyxiation

Contributed by Cancer on Sunday, 3rd August 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



i dream of slow death
through suffocation
i dream of slipping, softly away

dangling from a rafter
leather strap 'round my neck
lungs, constricting, spasming

feeling the warm rush
as my body tingles, and goes numb
the blunt pain on the back of my skull

saliva, dripping from my mouth
pressure in my eyes
feel something pop, and i go blind

in my head i see the Blue world
the overlapping planes of non-existence
feeling the atmosphere swallow me whole

hearing, in the distance
a sweet siren call
like a haunting flute played only for me

i feel a great burden lifted from my shoulders
and i know that, in the physical realm
i have died

a grating, buzzing sound tears the air
and the sky splits open
revealing yet another world

heavy hues of Grey oppress
the air, thick like molasses
my dead lungs labor, flailing in some chaotic dance
as they struggle to produce what i no longer need

on the cracked Grey floor of this world
i sit, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of peace
cascading through me like no pill ever has

eyes ever closed, i wait for Nothing
and Nothing never comes
but, i won't mind waiting longer

soon (or not) the floor cracks wide
and another ethereal form ascends
i stand, ready to meet my new friend

we walk the planes of Grey, like old friends
talking of our old lives, our old fears and hopes
and finally, of our lifelong Dreams of Asphyxiation




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-08-03 02:05:00]
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Re: Dreams of Asphyxiation (User Rating: 1 )
by hardcoreputa on Sunday, 3rd August 2003 @ 02:20:03 AM AEST
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it was a little surprising reading this, this is such a calm relaxing way to die that i really wouldn't expect this from you, but still it was a great poem, the poem as a whole just seems so peaceful, i wish death could actually be like this, the imagry was wonderful in this work. ttyl ~Apryl


Re: Dreams of Asphyxiation (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Sunday, 3rd August 2003 @ 02:45:58 AM AEST
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how beautiful............i love the line that starts
"i sit,......
wow.....how real is that....good work!!!!


Re: Dreams of Asphyxiation (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 3rd August 2003 @ 09:02:00 PM AEST
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Great poem very disturbing and descriptive almost a little to descriptive. Take care of urself.

Bobo (Joel)




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