Dikter
A tale of suicides
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- Kategori: Dikter
- Publicerad fredag, 26 augusti 2011 08:00
- Skriven av Tobias Myrbakk
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Alice
Her dress the color of mothers little friend
one you should never with alcohol blend
a pill she took from her hand
and, for a moment, travled into wonderland
a short trip, till her breathing stopped
and to the floor the pill jar dropped.
A long time she'd looked for something more than pain
only to find it had been in vain.
She choked on her own vomit and drool
and crossed over to the other side and turned into a ghoul
'little girl's now in heaven, what a bless
but not for the one to clean up her mess.
Snow white
Her skin the color of snow
and eyes that no longer glow
into the forest she ran away
with the hunter's gun like a stray
cold iron against her head
a shot she fired to lay herself dead.
A haunting memory of his touch
she felt it was too much.
In the forest she was lying
listening to the faeries flying
with a heart still pumping in her chest
all she could do was to wait for eternal rest.
Sleeping beauty
Her bathwater the color of roses
while her body laid in the tub and decomposes
bloated body and blackened skin
her beauty has faded to the color of sin
after a thousand years of sleep she has awakened
only to find out that her marriage was forsaken.
A new damsel in distress the prince had found
and left our princess with her heart drowned.
By the bathtub´s edge a big old knife
that she used to take her life.
Cinderella
Her eyes the color of ashes
reflected the window's light flashes
a lonely chair lay on the attic floor
nobody was at home anymore
her neck resting in the tight grip of the rope
like a long lost hug when she had no hope.
A note written in black was nailed to the wall
if only somebody had heard her call
“My heart can't take no more
my husband left with his whore”.
A slipper made of glass she wore
suddenly it hit the floor
and then, like her, it was no more.
© Tobias Myrbakk
