Mr.Rigormotis

A story of love

At the botton of the lake she layed in the wake of her frail decaying last decomposing days

The death in my eyes she could not cope
I rot by her side beneath my coat

Pond scum and algae consume the frame
Snails and salamanders slip by so lame

Trapped in our car with the windows up
The doors locked and your time, almost up

My fortunate self died in the first day
You've been withering for weeks next to, the dead smell of me

My ghost sobbed on the shore of the lake
Incapable of leaving the scene
You fester below as the depths hushed your screams

Rigor Mortis me, a stench that waters eyes
I lay here in blight, ruuining the swan song of your life

You've beeped the horn and tried the lights
A performance of illuminations and sounds
When will your eyes finally lay down

The hunger smolders
It churns and rips
It eats what it can down to your ribs

A month now, below
How you've survived, I don't know
In your last seconds your mind suddenly flows

So precious a lifetime, yet so thin a flash
Given to every man and women before their final gasp

You turn to me once more
Pierced right through my eyes
My lips peeled off, onto yours
As you kissed me one last time

Laying back
In comfort, not fright
She surrendered herself
To the friendly face of cracks and white