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By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen

The rain is pelting down
I stand in it, soaking
Nothing matters anymore

I'd slit myself,
But the blood would wash away
I'd shoot myself,
but the matter would run away

The sun would come out
But not today
and my sopping body starts 
to convulse

I want to scream but - 
My voice has been stripped away...

My fears subside
as they pull me inside
and push me into a hot shower

But I feel like I'm nothing,
Like I'm invisible

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014

The Beast

The Beast
By Amberly A.M. Oosthuizen

In the dark of the night,
awakens he...
A man of ill proportion.
A knife through your 'lover's' heart
But she was not your lover...

His eyes are crystallised black
and the Devil lies within
He wears no heart on his sleeve
He does not smile tentatively at the world...

But the fact is:
There are no demons or monsters,
Only humans with dark souls
Who never care
Or say a word...

The Devil is beautiful
She's looked into his eyes,
The cadaver lying on the metal table...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014

The Melancholy

The Melancholy

By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen

When I was young

Children would play with me.

The sky was blue

and my heart was still on my sleeve...

When I was young,

I was carefree,

I pushed boundaries,

I was filled with defiance...

When I was old,

My heart had shattered,

The air was cold 

Nothing really mattered

and the clouds were grey...

When I was old

My joints would creek

I would stare at the walls

in sombre silence...

When I reached the end,

My teeth chattered

My joints needed oiling

and I couldn't speak...

When I reached the end,

The houses shook

The tea was bitter

and I was hollow

Now I am dead

and my life was wasted...

"Oh the ironic melancholy"

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014