- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Nothing But A Living Dead Girl
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Six feet under
Bury the pain away
I'm dead but my heart is beating
Living just to die another day
The pain is too big
It overwhelms me, consumes me
Slowly rigamortis is setting in
Death is my escape, to it I flee
Rip my heart from this living corpse
Leave my rotting soul alone
Give me the kiss of death
Send me broken into the unknown
Empty eyes glazed over in sorrow
Paint a smile upon this cracked porcelain face
Give into your unquenchable thirst for death
Stitch my rotting flesh together to suit your taste
Pose me like a doll
I am your play thing
Death suits me well
It is the song my heart sings
Lay me upon the black velvet
Place a blood red rose at my fingertips
Close my eyes before the evil is set free from my soul
Let your tears fall upon my blue lips
Whisper your goodbyes to me
I'll carry them with me into the great unknown
They may be my saving grace
If for my sins I can atone
Close the casket
Hide me away
Lower me into the cold, hard ground
This is my final day
Throw the soil upon my grave
Lost in death, watch my life unfurl
Now walk away and live like I never mattered (for I never did)
I am nothing but a living dead girl
- COMMENTS
todski28over 10 years agoin your poetry, that it is hard to read sometimes. sometimes we need to just get shit out of our own head, the inherent pain in this piece is I think highlighted and supported by the broken rhythm in the line lengths.
