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.
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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Like my OC, Vigil from my upcoming zombie story "Decay" would say, "God damn, abominations!" lol nice job.
Its a great tale, I really enjoyed it. The only thing I could possibly think of to critique is I was slightly confused by the capitals since there was some instances where I thought you should have capitalized? But other than that I would not really be able to criticize anything.
Beautiful! I love the flow of this piece.
Thank you so much! It's one of the only bits of poetry I'm willing to post XD
Thanks for the entry and good luck.