laying
in your bed of roses
chained
to your beating heart
throb
throbbing
against my veins
falling into the pit
flame engulfed
burning hair
scorched out eyes
your love is the killing drug
alone
in sorrow
unforeseen murder scenes
rifle through my brain
to quiet
the screams
just an echo
of one last touch
of reality
one last drink of punch
arsenic
suicide
'n coma ridden
your love is the killing drug
mop
away at the tears
scattered
across my face
solitary confinement
drive me to insane
your hand
pulling the noose
you laugh
through the bars
you hoot
i shrivel up
old man wishes
at 22
dead before life began
your depraved mannequin
a trophy
of your love
your love
the killing drug.
Author notes
kissingsolitude
A contest entry
- People Prompts by sheltered.
600 points, ended October 29, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'd like to hear that to music too....such a downer but great write...would like to see what you'd write at my age...oh right I'll be dead ... forget that .... write on
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well done
you must have had a tune playing in your head when you wrote this because the flow for me was flawless
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