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I cannot remember the last time I cried,
flooded and broken my eyes turn inside.
Still there's no beat, lifeless breathing aside;
the last breath of me has finally died.
A nameless face now ruptures my thoughts,
a memory of which I found I have not.
Claiming my love, in his arms I am caught;
a feeling of hunger embedded, grows hot.
He screams a name without any soul.
I sense the place; once a heart, now a hole.
He falls to the ground, death taking its toll;
struggling to stand, his hands reach their goal.
Clutching my face, he pulls me close,
my mouth inches forward, grotesque and morose.
My eyes staring hungrily, he smiles in hope;
his love has now proven stronger than most.
Retrieving a memory, with nothing to say,
I've now grown confused, and push him away.
He clings to my body, his back merged with clay;
forced towards a wall, he stares with dismay.
A name is remembered through hunger and pain,
water creeps to my eyes, still dry and blood-stained.
A memory of love and romance when still sane;
I stare at Chris weeping, tears falling like rain.
As I struggle to speak, my Love only stares.
Sadness comes quickly as death poisons the air,
still I find strength of which I am rare;
"Kill me," I whisper, to a love twas once there.
Chris weeps for my soul, pulling me forward,
kissing these lips that he is now leaning toward.
Quickly forgotten, memories out-poured;
hunger grows furious, now worse than before.
Taking his knife, a man rips me apart.
He slices my throat and blood spreads as art.
Head falling backwards, the smell of death tart.
This faceless man has broken my heart.
flooded and broken my eyes turn inside.
Still there's no beat, lifeless breathing aside;
the last breath of me has finally died.
A nameless face now ruptures my thoughts,
a memory of which I found I have not.
Claiming my love, in his arms I am caught;
a feeling of hunger embedded, grows hot.
He screams a name without any soul.
I sense the place; once a heart, now a hole.
He falls to the ground, death taking its toll;
struggling to stand, his hands reach their goal.
Clutching my face, he pulls me close,
my mouth inches forward, grotesque and morose.
My eyes staring hungrily, he smiles in hope;
his love has now proven stronger than most.
Retrieving a memory, with nothing to say,
I've now grown confused, and push him away.
He clings to my body, his back merged with clay;
forced towards a wall, he stares with dismay.
A name is remembered through hunger and pain,
water creeps to my eyes, still dry and blood-stained.
A memory of love and romance when still sane;
I stare at Chris weeping, tears falling like rain.
As I struggle to speak, my Love only stares.
Sadness comes quickly as death poisons the air,
still I find strength of which I am rare;
"Kill me," I whisper, to a love twas once there.
Chris weeps for my soul, pulling me forward,
kissing these lips that he is now leaning toward.
Quickly forgotten, memories out-poured;
hunger grows furious, now worse than before.
Taking his knife, a man rips me apart.
He slices my throat and blood spreads as art.
Head falling backwards, the smell of death tart.
This faceless man has broken my heart.
Literature
For those of you who suffer ..
"For Those Of You Who Suffer ..."
For those of you who get ill, we salute you
For those of you who get ill, we respect you
For those of you who get ill, we honor you
For those of you who stand by,
we hope you are up for the fight
So much pain
Nowhere to hide
Nothing to gain
Only a wish for the last light
Are you struggling from pain, one of the fallen
A warrior to the world, a defeated body full of pain on the inside
A disruption in life, making you feel weak and vulnerable
Treatment, a life extension, making you disappear for the world outside
Medication given, not making it any better, the end is still near
Another helpless soul
Literature
[[I am]]
I am the one whose life story is an unknown tragedy
I am like a twisted black and white image
I am a nightingale trapped inside a cold iron cage
I am a fragile rose which gets cut by the Scissors of heartless society
I am the caring beast which gets attacked by people
I am autumn in the heart of an invisible spring
I am the one tired of this world and it's meaningless checkpoints
I am the one who shouts if we don't live like humans what's the point?
I am the one Tired of being best and getting nothing in life's bitter end
I am the one who hears the universe's sorrow sound
I am the one who is grief bound
I am the one whose words ma
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One of the first poems I was ever pleased with!
Please view and the original preview art, Zombie Romance Image .
This is probably one of my poems I have written mainly because I was able to tell a story successfully. Also, because I have a strange fascination for zombies, I've just never had an urge to share that fascination artistically until this piece.
I am thankful for all inspiration that drove this, from the original contest, to My Chemical Romance's Early Sunsets Over Monroeville.
To tell the tragedy of a woman killed by the love of her life has been my pleasure.
I love critiques on my writing, so please - any assistance is greatly appreciated. Like it or hate it, drop a comment.
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ahh zombies.. <3
this was beautifully written.
this was beautifully written.