Dark Poetry #5 |
Desolate |
Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
'The murdered do haunt their murderers,' Heathcliff taught me Before I died, it’s what he shared So I can see why I am stalked, Eternally, eternally. From the first time we talked I knew, I knew You'd follow where I walked- Over the moor and through the crying reeds, reeds whose songs captivate those who Look behind, who's curiosity feeds their Orpheus complex, the sky a puzzle that bleeds- -staining every tree with god-inflicted malice. He haunts me- -pulls me into the palace of his desperate solitude to drink of his poison chalice. Now my heart is skewed and writhes, contorted ribcage torn and nude, its Morse-code distorted then silent, comatose, I pray my heart will be aborted. Because you won't say you love me; devil, Now, or any other day. My weeping is music; within it you revel. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
The poem is very good. I look forward to reading more of your work. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
Oh thank-you! |
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