Like Water

A sort of dark poem

The funeral is dark

No one wants to be there

the girl inside the coffin

the one with the blonde hair

her eyes are pressed closed

there are tears on the rug

who would do this to her?

some kind of thug

the screaming tears of loved ones

the horrifying phone calls at midnight

the mourning by a gravestone

which twinkles eerily in the starlight

I cried alone in the room

the knife on the floor

when he came in

when he bust down the door

I came as soon as I could

but I was too late

my poor little girlfriend

had met her sad fate

I couldn't see the man

I could only see his eyes

twinkling with hate, horror

and surprise

The burning fire

that raged towards him

made my temper

dangerously thin

all I remember

was her blood from the slaughter

running through my fingers

her blood like water

Author's Note

hopefully saddening and dark. uh, writen for a contest. Hope you like

Reviews

[Havatara]

It was saddening and dark as you had hoped it would be, but the rhyming seemed just a bit forced. Just a bit, not much. I really liked it. Great job.