Nothing Left

There is nothing left.
a smoky loft,
a blackened mess.
No air left for breath.
Toxic death.
Nothing left.

There’s nothing left
just chunks of ash, charred isolation;
The whole apartment is wasted.
Hopeless frustration.
Total Devastation.
Nothing left.

There is nothing left
my cat and I are now homeless.
We should have burnt with the rest.
we’re just lucky…
I guess?
but there is nothing left.

There is nothing left
and no insurance to replace it.
Reality sucks,
I’m totally fucked!
Let me calm down and face this…
Wow, there’s really nothing left.

There is nothing left.
It’s all destroyed and I’m deeper in debt.
If there is a god…
he’s putting me to a test.
How can I handle any more stress?
I can’t believe there’s nothing left!

There is nothing left
and no reason to go back
I need to pack
salvage my past
and somehow deal with the fact,
that there is nothing left.

There is nothing left.
So, I have no choice but to move on
and start from scratch.

Carina Fosse

© By PollutedPoet On 9/27/2010 7:50:09 PM



Bind me with your presence
You can’t haunt me anymore

Torture me until it’s real
you don’t scare me anymore

Kill me if you dare
there is a reason your still here
haunting me with guilty fear
I can’t take it anymore

Finish what you did to me
Bind, Torture and Kill me
I want to be damned with you;
for all eternity…

© By PollutedPoet On 12/16/2009 7:28:59 AM

Epigram for a Bitch

Sarcastic and dark, she has a pessimistic humor
her irony is cold and she is as serious as a tumor

her weaknesses are hidden behind her dark sarcastic wit
she defends herself through insults, she’s a harsh and cruel critic

she’s proud to be a bitch, she calls it her juvenalian satire
but what she doesn’t realize is that we only see her as a liar

© By PollutedPoet On 2/6/2010 6:46:26 PM


Take a vital breath
Life isn’t that bad yet.
You will stress yourself to death.
I can see that you are stressed.
Why live with such regret?
Get out of this mess?

© By PollutedPoet On 3/5/2010 4:38:26 PM

This is What Love Can Do

The stench of burning flesh
your charring corpse is making me nauseous
but, I’ll have to live with it, I guess
you got me into this mess
and caused your own death

I didn’t exactly kill ya,
but that makes no sense
so now I’m stuck destroying the evidence
turning your scorched limbs into mince
to avoid all the brutal consequence

I know I watched you die
without out blinking an eye
I could have helped you, if I tried
but for some reason I enjoyed…
watching you fry

somewhere in my psychotic mind
there is a reason why
I’m so fuckin’ happy that you died!
I no longer have to hide
but your evil has now warped my own mind!

Damn… Do you know what I just realized?
I’m as evil as you!
A murderer disguised
hiding behind these lies
I also deserve to die

I’ll kill myself too
just another body to remove
this is what love can do
I guess I am meant to be stuck with you
© By PollutedPoet On 9/18/2010 1:22:14 PM

Try Everything Once

Am I afraid of suicide?
I won’t know until I try,
But if I try, then I die.
I hope that I’m afraid to be afraid
of suicide.
© By PollutedPoet On 7/12/2010 7:16:20

Aggressively Hesitating

I’m openly entombed in the bright dark
aggressively hesitating to escape
publicly closeted in this self crafted space
a light steadily flickering in this unknown place

I’m freely confined to express denial
my dark thoughts are illuminating,
Inspiration in nothingness
contradicting, I love it this way

I’m trapped in my escape
I hatefully love my dark place

© By PollutedPoet On 2/16/2010 6:20:14 PM

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