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I'm in a dark mood this lovely night. Here's a poem born of my hatred as the light of the full moon shines upon me. I don't care who reads it. Judge me as you will. It's called 'Together Forever'
In the darkness I sit and wait,
Watching for the one I've come to hate.
Who's eyes haunt my every night,
Who's hands still hold my beating heart tight.
Her supple form comes into view,
Coming back from the bed of one I knew.
Her laugh a song, her smile is bright,
Her skin glowing softly in the summer moon light.
I move up behind apart of her shadow,
My every movement determined and slow.
My hands reach out as she turns around,
They encircle her neck as we go down.
I stare into those beautiful eyes as they ask why,
Knowing I'll be haunted just one final time.
They slowly close as she gasps for breath,
I feel her heart slow within her chest.
She looks at me one final time,
As if pleading, begging, needing to know why.
I smile and lean close, speaking almost with a sigh,
"You've haunted and tortured me for the final time."
She finally stops fighting, her end is come.
I lift her up slowly, my deed is done.
I take her to my car and open the trunk,
Laying her still form beside that punk.
The one who thought he was better than me,
Lieing helpless and handcuffed, his face tear streaked.
His eyes go wide as he sees her form,
And the little punk starts to cry once more.
I drive quietly out into the night,
Until I find my chosen sight.
With a wooden box and deep dug hole.
Deep and dark, blacker than my soul.
I lay her down, and throw him in.
Nailing the lid down tight with a subtle grin.
I bury them there, with the dirt from above.
After all, who am I to stand in the way of true love.
 Zarrel · Tue Apr 03, 2007 @ 06:15am · 4 Comments |
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*claps*