Mercuria: Okay, this is a poem based on what I like to call the Poison Theory of Religion. The Poison Theory as I know it goes like this:
There's a man who's about to drink a glass of poison. Naturally, you want to save him. However, potential do-gooder, this man is stubborn. He does not believe that his beverage is poisoned. He may even believe that it's good for his health. So what do you do? Wouldn't you knock it out of his hands?
Here's my twist on this theory:
You see a woman holding a knife to her throat, and she seems quite intent on killing herself. You try to talk her out of it, but she is completely convinced that this world has nothing to offer her. If you save her, she promises to hate you forever. So do you force her to drop the knife? Do you?
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Knife
And a trickle of blood
down her neck
drip drip drip
and the thirsty metal
tasting more
But you can't let her
Stop
So she's never had her rose garden
no reason to despair
Shred her delusion
of suicide sirens
for life's what she needs
and love's what she'll get
the violence deceives
Knife still there
Tell her tell her ...
Stubborn
So she won't hear sense
that's no matter
You could save her and be a hero, no?
It's for her own good
She'll thank you later
She'll love you later
so hurt her now
Emotional scarring is so insubstantial
compared to the trail of blood
she wants to wrap around her neck
Stranger
That's how she feels
an orphan of some other clan
ribbon like chains to the bedpost
water like blood to an estranged tongue
She'll find her peace in the grave
or so she says
Peace of mind
or a piece of your mind?
The choice is yours
Broken
That's the knife on the floor
and her fists beating against your chest
"Why?!"
Shattered death-dream
like the shards of metal
And as the bile rises in your throat
you pull the struggling girl close
fingers fumbling for the discarded weapon
Grasping the hilt with jagged edges
you whisper
"I was wrong
I'm sorry"
The death is quick and painless
She knew that all along
Did you?
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Mercuria: Hm, I'm so dark and morbid ... um, reviews make me happy. Criticize the theology if you will, but bear in mind that all I did was tweak the Poison argument.
There's a man who's about to drink a glass of poison. Naturally, you want to save him. However, potential do-gooder, this man is stubborn. He does not believe that his beverage is poisoned. He may even believe that it's good for his health. So what do you do? Wouldn't you knock it out of his hands?
Here's my twist on this theory:
You see a woman holding a knife to her throat, and she seems quite intent on killing herself. You try to talk her out of it, but she is completely convinced that this world has nothing to offer her. If you save her, she promises to hate you forever. So do you force her to drop the knife? Do you?
************
Knife
And a trickle of blood
down her neck
drip drip drip
and the thirsty metal
tasting more
But you can't let her
Stop
So she's never had her rose garden
no reason to despair
Shred her delusion
of suicide sirens
for life's what she needs
and love's what she'll get
the violence deceives
Knife still there
Tell her tell her ...
Stubborn
So she won't hear sense
that's no matter
You could save her and be a hero, no?
It's for her own good
She'll thank you later
She'll love you later
so hurt her now
Emotional scarring is so insubstantial
compared to the trail of blood
she wants to wrap around her neck
Stranger
That's how she feels
an orphan of some other clan
ribbon like chains to the bedpost
water like blood to an estranged tongue
She'll find her peace in the grave
or so she says
Peace of mind
or a piece of your mind?
The choice is yours
Broken
That's the knife on the floor
and her fists beating against your chest
"Why?!"
Shattered death-dream
like the shards of metal
And as the bile rises in your throat
you pull the struggling girl close
fingers fumbling for the discarded weapon
Grasping the hilt with jagged edges
you whisper
"I was wrong
I'm sorry"
The death is quick and painless
She knew that all along
Did you?
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Mercuria: Hm, I'm so dark and morbid ... um, reviews make me happy. Criticize the theology if you will, but bear in mind that all I did was tweak the Poison argument.