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[title] => The nightmare of an undead heart
[time] => 2006-05-18 19:15:32
[hometext] => the horror of a zombie love....
[bodytext] => When Ricky was born He was a King In looks and in charms Not with gold or a diamond ring He was a brat But an adorable boy If he did not get his way He would scream and break a toy And as he grew He learned reading and grace With a powerful and fiery voice And a drop dead gorgeous face He grew into a man With a rather big head He loved himself And all the girls wanted him to wed They only saw his handsome face Not his tiny cold heart If they only knew he was after money This blind love would never start He would strut and roam The very finest street Hoping a rich girl Would be there to meet Now Silvia was a girl Whose parents were quite rich She was gentle kind and caring And her last thought was on getting hitched Her looks were not fair But her heart was still pure And when Ricky heard of her money He knew he could make this love sure He charmed her to ends With a kiss on her hand She was dazed and saw stars But he could only see all the gold and the land She fell in love And he fell in debt He needed it now All the money he could get So he charmed her more Filling her innocent head with lies She never felt more loved With her heart floating to the skies But one day while on her way To go tell her lover hi She walked right by a commoner And happened to catch his eye He was nothing very special Just as plain as a fellow could be But when she looked into his eyes There was much more to see When he caught her gaze His heart felt like a lift He could not even count the moments That lasted in this gift But who then saw This momentary flirt? Her new greedy lover Whose thoughts were now to hurt He saw the potential thereat Of this new and humble guy He knew that this poor fellow Now had to die He could not take the chance That the money would not go to him He just could not stand the thought Of his gold going to someone named Jim So he did it in the night He did it very sly So that everyone was left to ask “How exactly did Jim die?” He was buried in a grave That was positioned under a tree But seeking his revenge Was all his soul could see But Silvia wept not a tear For she never understood All the love and joy inside This boy who was so good Now was Ricky’s time to strike So he asked his girl out for a walk He told her how much he loved her And that they really needed to talk Bubbles grew inside This small and loving girl As she wore a cloud white dress And a silver ring with a pearl They had a picnic in the woods That’s where she got the ring Her heart was swollen with love And she could just jump up and sing She got so attached Oh my, she loved to dance She took her man by the hand And tried to get him up to prance But he rejected her offer Saying he had things to do So he left her with a goodbye And a heartless kiss to chew The very next day While walking down the road She stumbled on her man Kissing the Dr’s daughter Aoad Her heart stopped in her chest She did not want this to be So she ran towards the woods crying Trying to find other things to see She thought she was no good That it was all her fault Sulking under the trees Till she came to a sudden halt I gentle sound in the trees Made a very soft sound So she danced to the melody Till a lonely headstone was found She knelt right in front And read the engraved words And then all became silent Even the chirping of the birds And when she read the name A memory came to her brain Then a pool of luke-warm tears Came down like a steady pool of rain And as her tears hit the ground They were soaked into the grave Then the ground started to shake But something in her stayed brave With a sudden little pop The coffin then did rise And out popped a familiar face And silently dried her eyes Proud and tall stood that boy With which she shared a romantic glance And with a sweet smile on his face He held out his hand in offer for a dance The melody then played again As he swept her off her feet And then they shared a romantic time As they spun and twirled to the beat She noticed not His green and moldy skin Or the rancid smell Because it was her heart he did win That night they did dance All the way into town He in his burial tux And her in her white gown But when they reached the tree line A horror did she see Her fiancé and that girl Having a midnight picnic under a tree And they she remembered The reason her heart broke So she took a deep breath And ran fast enough to give an athlete a stroke She ran and ran and ran Faster and faster she did pledge But with her pale blue eyes shut tight She did not happen to see the ledge She fell and fell and fell For what seemed like an air attack But before her fragile body hit the rocks Everything around her went black By the time that Ricky arrived The ground was a bloody mess But he shrugged the incident away And ran to go get in Aoad’s dress Some minutes later Arrived that humble corpse He saw the jerk that walked away And was driven by a maddening force Anger was in his eyes For he remembered this midnight killer So he caught up with his murderer And what happens next is not a thriller Ricky’s corpse they never found The still say to this day That if you dig up under that tree There in the roots his mangled body is tucked away But the true story Is one not so short For the remains of the body Were used in another dismembered sort He picked up the man Like it was a broken twig And took it to a cave That was very deep and big And in this cave he built As quickly as could be The grandest laboratory That a doctor would ever see And once this was all done His brain sent a trigger Then he went back to the rocks To salvage the remains of her broken figure He picked up her torso And her legs once filled with grace The only thing left unharmed Was her plain ghost white face He stood their in awe Amazed at his heart Which for once felt broken And would never again start But he held back his fear And began the trip up-hill Dragging her limps With no blood left to spill Then he reached his sanctuary This morgue that he built He began to hack up Ricks bones Feeling little to no quilt For hours he toiled Cutting into flesh and bone Knowing that if he succeeded He would never again be alone When the parts were in place He sewed them all up Lastly he added the heart Filled to the brim with love like a cup He gave it a beat The one that once played When he found his start crossed lover As she drifted and swayed She looked very patched With a green and moldy tint But her full pouting lips Still held their secret love hint When his work was done He added the last touch He gave the dead corpse Love from which he had much When she came not to life His face turned grim It seemed that his work Was his broken sin He could take it no more For now his love was fear So he stared at her soft face And cried one unholy tear It rolled down his cheek Off the tip of his nose And it dropped on her face Where the magic then grows For in his dried tear That was the last one he could shed Came out all the thoughts He kept in his head It coursed through her soul And she then understood His heart was meant for her So she sprang to life like she should She was lifted in air From his love and might And he took her hand As they walked into the night And on top of the hill They exchanged words of love As their song then did play Which came from above He took her dead hand And they knew their love could never come too soon As they danced hand in hand Forever and after under the moon [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 31 [informant] => whatsername [notes] => [ihome] => 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