Horrid after death sudders run through your body.
The blood drenched walls scream in agonizing pain
as they give off your resilient heat.
I hold your limp lifeless body close to mine.
The thought you loved me never crossed my mind.
"I love you Michelle I always have please
forgive me."
Those words haunt my dreams.
The thought we shared the same bed.
The sensation of your now long gone embrace.
As I sit here in a pool of blood I weep.
Not tears of sorrow, but drops of liquid emotions
swirling down my face.
They well up like my love for you and tear sickly
twisted paths screeching their sorrow filled song.
Wiped away with clenched fists.
I blugeon your chest with heated anger and kiss
the soft bruises.
Slivers of words escape between breaths.
I loved you. I cant be less true.
I see the gun lie on the floor.
Blood oozes from its muzzle like a beast who has
captured its prey.
The self inflicted shots and screams of family still
echo in my head.
Over and over like demented fun house music,
but alas your gone.
My security stripped.
Manic depressive children run bursting into flames
down the sidewalks of my brain.
Burdens of exsistance refuses to lift.
The beast with its one eye staring between mine.
A clap of thunder.
Swift slow-motioned darkness creeps over me.
Once again we dance in each others pajamas to
music that really isn't there.
Serenity fills my soul as i see our bodies entwined
on the floor.
Love
Anger
Love
Hate
Love
Revenge
Love
Death
Love
















Comments
that and your comment just there is too amazing
and i like the last lines where every other word says love
--
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice.
A continual extinction of personality. - T.S. Eliot
--
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice.
A continual extinction of personality. - T.S. Eliot
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