Until Death Do We Part

A continuation/parody of my previous poem 'I'm Sorry'.

Deal punishment pain

For all my alibis

As I sickly sing

The haunting lullabies

 

Sick and twisted mind

Listen to the rain

When I see the blood

I know I am insane

 

He says he still loves me

Even if I've lost it

Even when I run away

He says I am forgiven

 

He will come here soon

Of course, looking for me

But what he doesn't know

Is it's the last thing he'll ever see

 

Compensate for life

I'm lashing out my eyes

The person that I see

Is the one who always dies

 

I claw at my wrists

To tear open the veins

For when my blood pumps

He feels the pains

 

Chewing my tongue out

So I cannot speak

For when I speak my words

His ears seem to bleed

 

Cutting off my legs

With a dull, old knife

I will not catch him immediately

When he sees me and runs for his life

 

Spatting out my blood

As I rip at my chest

The beating thing inside me

Is the only thing that's left

 

After time and effort

In my hand I hold

My barely beating heart

Still loved by him, but old

 

I sit alone in wait

Panting in success

Holding close my heart

Now such a bloody mess

 

Wait for him to come

The only one who loves me

So I may give him my heart

And let him see the real me

 

I hear the footsteps enter

And I know he is near

I know he sees the blood

I can smell his fear

 

The door affront me opens

And I hear a gasp

"Finally, my love..."

I gurgle, my voice a rasp

 

When he screams and runs

I quickly crawl after him

Clawing at his heels

We make it to the bedroom

 

There, he is trapped

I hand him my heart

Then stab him to death

Our blood mingling in the dark

 

Alone, my breath heavy

Sitting next to my love

Our blood lying below

Death lingering above

 

Together, forever, at last

Holding each other's heart

In death, bound together

Until Death Do We Part

Author's Note

Read and review, if you like.

Reviews

[Ashley G.]

I once again say "it's creepy but I like it" as I usually say to some of your and marie's poems. Also, being literal wouldn't you have bled to death before he even entered the house...

[Ethale Captor]

Yes, but for the sake of poetic justice, not only does she survive bleeding to death until the end, but she even pulls her heart out and holds it in her hand. Anyway, thank you for the review.

[Ashley G.]

No problem. =3

[Rose of Gondor]

Painful, beautiful and powerful, this is, by all means, a worthy continuation of your other poem, I'm Sorry. I love the last lines, it makes me think!

[marie]

......silence is gone?

[Ethale Captor]

No, tis merely a fantasy.

[marie]

oh...ok well you cn never be to sure with your work lol :)

[Ethale Captor]

Tis my intent.

[marie]

Ok farigod

[Ethale Captor]

Oh no.

[marie]

oh yes i just did with you and your tis's

[Ethale Captor]

I believe you mean "My expression of 'tis'", not "tis's".

[marie]

what ever, you knew what i meant!! still you are soo farigod!!! >:)

[Ethale Captor]

Perhaps.

[marie]

with a tis you are or should i say, with thine "tis" thou art

[Ethale Captor]

It seems "thou art not of simple mind".

[marie]

why thank thou fair maiden

[Ethale Captor]

...

[marie]

:) left you speachless huh? lol

[Ethale Captor]

Not even close.

[marie]

Drat...... :)

[Ethale Captor]

Keep trying, the day will come.

[marie]

lol.... riiiiiggghhhttt

[Ethale Captor]

....Perhaps.

[marie]

:) perhaps not