I Killed Myself (Metaphor)

[Dark_Poet]

*****Warning******​

This poem is not about suicide
This poem is about becoming a different person​

I blew my brains out today
Sprayed them over every surface imaginable
I slit my wrist and overdosed on pain
No longer will I be the same

Death has taken the old
I'm now given a new name
One with less fear
One with less shame

The old me will never return
I've buried him deep
The maggots now love him
They devour and creep

Worms crawl down his throat
The body continues to rot
No more blood to leak
No need to clot

I've burst through a new placenta
To complete my agenda
I'll hold false emotions hostage
I now take no prisoners

 

[IgnoredOne]

I once had a moment like that, and it helped redefine me. Good luck.

Growth sometimes does require destruction. From the sear of the furnace and the molten slag do we rise anew, tempered and sharpened, worthy if blackened.

 

[Sci-Fi]

My first reactions...GROSS!! Kind of graphic but spiritual too.