Necrophiliac

Necrophiliac

A Poem by Seraph

This timeless art of addiction,
Held our hearts close by.
The words we shared together,
Lasted only for a while,

The emptiness of my heart,
Grows to a missing soul.
Soon enough I knew,
Cold would describe me for sure.

She is a beauty on every level,
Her hair, her lips, her dress.
But somethings are vaguely missing,
They couldn't last until the end. 

We drove for hours from her new home,
To where we first met.
The pale, blue walls now fading,
The ancient feeling still exists.

There are so many ways I wish to show,
My undying love for her.
The sweet rushing of pure love making,
Gleams the victory honour.

My groans of endless pleasure,
Consumes my every sound.
She may be quiet but we both know,
All she wants is more.

The midnight soon comes by,      
The sirens blare aloud.
Our time together could be short,
If we were ever found. 

The heart pounding alarm of demons,
Finally goes away.
Now another journey I must make,
To take you home safe.

I put you back to rest alas,
But I was found guilty.
Apparently the love we hold,
Could not have pronounce me free.

I now sit in a white cushioned room,
With the memory of two nights ago.
But there's something that echoes louder,
Something that hurts me so.

Two nights ago I forgot to say to you,
"Happy Anniversary dear, for our love is true."
The sudden death from a year ago,
Of my dear daughter Katherina Snow.

© 2015 Seraph


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a touching and heartfelt write

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