Wraths of unholy screams play in my mind
The video plays no more as it starts to rewind
The darkness consuming the once bright light
Even though it feels good, I know it's wrong
No more humming whatever was that song
There's no more time to impatiently wait
Finally I can warmly feel the infinite hate
What ever is true, I've known not to be right
Feeling the ripping of what was my flesh
Dropping the steel and hearing the thundering pause
River like blood runs down my body with a cause
To end whatever's left in this life's mesh
Blood stains on the floor near a steel knife
And a body of one's most painful life
LinkIf I were the rainLink11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the link between earth and heaven
I would end all pain
I would pour on only days of seven
and months of two
just for you
If I were your love
the devine true forever
I would fly like a dove
I would link our hearts together
and find everlasting bliss
with one single kiss
Self-IncriminationThe fingerprints and follicles.Self-Incrimination11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Follow me like delicate pump prints.
To the scene of the crime.
It's a seductive ceremony.
Her red heels never graze the ground.
Just sway slightly to the silent serenade.
The source of the methodical music.
Is bound by a necrophiliac's necklace.
Her neckline plunges into perfection.
The dress is colored so complimantary.
To her now pale skin.
The scarlet satin is so supreme.
It hugs her every curve.
While the light through the trees traps.
Her planned placid beauty.
So still she stays, save the swaying.
Photographic post-panic perfection.
Romantic revenge recorded.
She stopped kicking a while ago.
A while ago is written down.
The entangled evidence entraps her.
And I admitted to acusations.
Without uttering a sound.
I'm a suspect in her suicide.