Tombstones Couldn't Capture Your Beauty

Tombstones Couldn't Capture Your Beauty Tombstones Couldn't Capture Your Beauty

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

taken from my book, "If Zero Isn't A Number, Then 'Who Am I?'"

Summary

taken from my book, "If Zero Isn't A Number, Then 'Who Am I?'"

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Submitted: November 24, 2011

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Submitted: November 24, 2011

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Tombstones Couldn't Capture Your Beauty

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Often

I could of sensed

__that this was trouble

And galloping away

I could of negatively charged

__my ions

Held onto you

Instead of letting go of me

But you can't be with me now

You manicly left me

I am nothing but a vegetable

__now

In the mists of my own troubles

Getting further and further from you

But just shaking like the leaves

That seem to stay on the trees

That you and me used to climb

The place that I hung you

It used to be a place to kiss you

'Til your body decade

And the tingling sensations

__of fucking your dead flesh

Just became outgrown

I knew I should of loved you

But I was rather fascinated

With killing you

You did no good alive

You just would not stay mine

You told me "goodbye"

So you just had to die

Thee aroma of your unliving pussy

Got my heart racing with pandemonian

It only became clear

That you won't be around

And the sound of your voice

And thee excitement of your pain

Your suffering was always

An easy way to please me

I just watch you drown in your puke

Nothing to to

But strangle you off a branch

Choke you to death with that rope

And so I did

It used to be our swing

Now you're swinging lifeless

But who gives a shit now?

You'll become nothing but bones

Sorry you never grew old

But I did not neglect you

I never will, my darling

I'll be here

__to climb up and ride your corpse

'Cause you have still a body

__until thee end of your skin's days

And nights where we made out

Fall out of a place with alignment

I grow weary

I just want you

I want to feel you touch me back

But you can't

It's my fault

__yeah

I admit it

But what I love the most is

That I know you enjoy this

Your oddly looking eyes

They grip my soul

You make me hard

You make me shake

You make me weak

My heart cannot complain

About anything but your lack

Of your ability to respond

To how I'm fucking you still

But I guess it's gonna be over

A lifeless body

Doesn't hang around forever

I'll be sad to burn your bones though

Standing alone afterwards

But never will I go home

They don't like me there

They seem to not appreciate

The women I bring home

And set on the table

But it's not my fault

We just broke up

Wouldn't of you done the same to me?

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11-22-'11

D. L. Cannon


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