Forever DeadA Poem by Eric CoxThis is a long horror string haiku.The haunting fog swirls it coils about each graveyard where the dead linger
In coffins they sleep caught inside dark nightmare dreams wishing they could wake
But their nightmares thrive through the days and through the nights unescapable
When your body dies your soul will never depart you will breathe decay
Within your coffin deep in your lingering mind you know you are dead
Your coffin prison will keep you bound in decay silently screaming
The nightmares will play day after day after day time will slowly crawl
Decomposition you will feel each day and night a nightmare caress
Whispers from the dead roaming above the coffins haunt your nightmare dreams
Your coffin is home not a sweet one, not at all agony lives here
No one can help you no one can stop the torture hope for you is dead
In the living world we dream of Heaven above until death blackens
Welcome to your death feel the acid black caress abandon all hope
Once your flesh and bones have decayed into the wood your death will stretch on
Your dead soul will rise your coffin no longer home cemetery bound
Among the tombstones lingering lost and dead souls drown in a death breeze
Feel it creep within feel it haunt your dead spirit you cannot escape
Whispers cold as ice haunt you as you try to flee you hear dark laughter
At the graveyard’s edge a force silences escape like bars to a cage
Each cemetery the dead are shackled within never to be free
You scream silent screams your dead mind tortured for years as are all the dead
Haunted by the dead haunted by whispers of ice you send back death words And death stretches on haunted and haunting whispers fill the dead’s lost minds
And if cremated after your shells burn away you’ll enter death lands
After searing pain unimaginable hurt uncomforted tears
Graveyards are now home where you’ll feel the death breeze haunt where whispers infect
Tortured by lost hope tortured by your dead neighbors you’re trapped in nightmares
On All Hallow’s Eve the graveyard gates will open the day of the dead
You who are alive may feel the dead lurking near cold may chill your spine
Whispers you may hear your loved ones are not the same death has damned their souls
When midnight chimes toll the dead are dragged to their graves their day is now dead
One day you and I will feel the torture of death abandon all hope
© 2012 Eric CoxReviews
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6 Reviews Added on October 17, 2010 Last Updated on March 27, 2012 Tags: death, undeath, undead, nightmares, horror AuthorEric CoxHollow Woods, ORAboutI've been writing since 1984. I write poems, stories, lyrics & string haikus in a variety of genres: Horror, Nature, Inspirational, Comedy, Sexual, etc... Variety is what you will find here. Copy.. more..Writing
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