Living Dead Girl Pt.1A Poem by Kevin JoyceKilling the love of my life and I thought it was done until a cold winters bring reveals she may have come back
Living Dead Girl Pt.1
Searching through the dark finding a knife on the counter. The bloody mess left behind yet no one found her. Stricken with panic yet free of any and all guilt. Tearing down the walls you and I once built. Bloody hands and a bloody mess. The precious eggs have been robbed from the birds nest. The cold earth is hardened covered in a light blanket of snow. Digging deeper than deep so no one will ever know. Good-bye beautiful as I cover your face with a blanket of blackened snow. Packing you in nice and tight, there is no where to go. The winter storm blows in, hiding you even more. I really did love you my adorable dead w***e. Waking the next day feeling burden free. This life is no longer about us, its only now about me. Dancing, drinking, starring into the suns eyes. As the celebration continued I was soon haunted by a failure cry. Its burning in my head making me go insane. Peering outside, gazing at the pouring rain. The final resting place I must go back to see. In the reflecting pools all there was to see is me. Someone or something stole the secret that was once laid to rest. Feeling the pain twisting and contorting inside my chest. Nervous now, what is it that I should do? It s final I will find and re-kill you. © 2014 Kevin Joyce |
StatsAuthorKevin JoyceDimondale, MIAboutI am 33 years old. I have found that writing and drawing Have had a huge impact on keeping me half way sane. Its been a great help to channel out frustration and depressing feelings. more..Writing
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