I sit at her grave-site,
And drink my sorrows away.
A useless excuse to drink,
But I know it's the only way.1
Her love was wonderful,
Her body was unbelievable.
And now I must forget her,
But her presence was unavoidable.2
Through thick and thin
I held her hand,
Now she lays Six feet under
Dirt, soil, and sand.3
With the thought of murder,
I considered myself mad.
But, along with the thought,
Happiness replaced the mad and sad.4
My mind was crazy,
My plan was sealed.
With the ripping of her heart
Mine would be healed.5
With all the planning
I knew what I must do,
With a gun or a knife,
Her life would be destroyed too.6
I stalked my prey,
And watched her day and night.
I saw her fall in love,
I knew my revenge was right.7
When my plan was formed,
And I knew the time came,
I went to my shed,
And drew my trusty blade8
The time was right and,
Though wind and rain,
I knew this was the chance
To end all my pain.9
In darkness and terror,
I entered her home,
And as I expected,
She was not alone.10
She and her lover,
lay there in bed,
Making love to each other,
When I entered and said:11
"Nights ago you broke my heart,
And now the time has come for yours."
Then, I approached the bed,
They knew that this meant war.12
And with a simple movement,
of hand and arm,
Two more hearts are taken,
Two more hearts are harmed.13
Now she and her lover
Lay there in bed,
With a blood covered mattress
And their bodies, obviously dead.14
I stole away
With the cover of night,
Keeping with the plan
Of staying out of sight.15
With blood covered hands,
Nights of guilt haunt me,
With a heart of murder,
Nights of ghouls taunt me.16
I find myself now,
In the strangest of places,
upon her grave,
Staring at invisible faces.17
Within the Pale faces
of the ghosts that stare back.
Her spirit's face
looks taken aback.18
Hours later the ghosts start to leave
The sunrise comes in from the east
And my fate has yet to be decided.
Hopefully I will find a love in another life, at least.
And drink my sorrows away.
A useless excuse to drink,
But I know it's the only way.1
Her love was wonderful,
Her body was unbelievable.
And now I must forget her,
But her presence was unavoidable.2
Through thick and thin
I held her hand,
Now she lays Six feet under
Dirt, soil, and sand.3
With the thought of murder,
I considered myself mad.
But, along with the thought,
Happiness replaced the mad and sad.4
My mind was crazy,
My plan was sealed.
With the ripping of her heart
Mine would be healed.5
With all the planning
I knew what I must do,
With a gun or a knife,
Her life would be destroyed too.6
I stalked my prey,
And watched her day and night.
I saw her fall in love,
I knew my revenge was right.7
When my plan was formed,
And I knew the time came,
I went to my shed,
And drew my trusty blade8
The time was right and,
Though wind and rain,
I knew this was the chance
To end all my pain.9
In darkness and terror,
I entered her home,
And as I expected,
She was not alone.10
She and her lover,
lay there in bed,
Making love to each other,
When I entered and said:11
"Nights ago you broke my heart,
And now the time has come for yours."
Then, I approached the bed,
They knew that this meant war.12
And with a simple movement,
of hand and arm,
Two more hearts are taken,
Two more hearts are harmed.13
Now she and her lover
Lay there in bed,
With a blood covered mattress
And their bodies, obviously dead.14
I stole away
With the cover of night,
Keeping with the plan
Of staying out of sight.15
With blood covered hands,
Nights of guilt haunt me,
With a heart of murder,
Nights of ghouls taunt me.16
I find myself now,
In the strangest of places,
upon her grave,
Staring at invisible faces.17
Within the Pale faces
of the ghosts that stare back.
Her spirit's face
looks taken aback.18
Hours later the ghosts start to leave
The sunrise comes in from the east
And my fate has yet to be decided.
Hopefully I will find a love in another life, at least.
Author notes
*Discalimer*: I did not write this to get out any inner feelings/wishes to attempt murder. I mistook a friends quote, and it started this poem/story. I don't plan on killing anyone, so don't think I'm going to kill someone. THIS IS JUST A POEM.
I wrote this out of boredom.
A contest entry
- Anything and Everything by donuts-and-music.
225 points, ended November 16, 2008, 41 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - mEnTaL kAlEiDoScOpE {W/i/t/h O/p/t/i/o/n/s} by Be.Your.Own.Hero.
550 points, ended December 3, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Show off your talent X3 by xXSnickiesXx.
600 points, ended January 16, 101 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Very good write
Quite sinister though...but it was a good poem none-the-less

-
I loved it, but there was a cliche moment on line 8. It threw off the meter of the poem, but overall, it was just an emotional and vivid piece, which I love the most about it. Keep writing, because when you least expect it, some inspiration will release the biggest of meanings. I did understand the piece: the ruin of your own heart leads to blind rage and destruction. There are people that can relate to it, so don't change anything about it.


beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
-
i enjoyed the poem, and i didnt think you were going to kill anyone, don't worry. Good job, and good luck.



