| » Poem: Walking In My Graveyard |
Walking In My Graveyard
written by bloody_tears_girl05:26 AM 4/7/05see my breathe in the cold air,
wrap around my hand to form a circle.
see my mascara run down my face,
not cuz of painful tears,
but because of the burning sensation in my eyes,
that i got from thinking of you.
see as i run my hand along the barbed wire,
and watch as the blood drips to the ground.
see that i laugh as the blood forms a huge puddle,
and the dripping sound echos throughout the grave
i can almost see the ghosts creep up from the ground,
and touch my hand to give me either a scence of security,
or an evil glow in my eye.
help me bury my now dead body in front of a tombstone that has no meaning.
and let the spirits of who i onced loved take over. |
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
this probably makes no fucking sense, i guess sitting in a graveyard writing poetry fucks it up.
[ View bloody_tears_girl's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ]
This Poem has been viewed 359 times
|
|
|
|
