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Doomed Love, Destiny Foretold
Contributed by
farscape_prophet
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Saturday, 26th April 2008 @ 08:13:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Two lovers met among the stars
Walking hand in hand watching waves break against distant sand bars
Double sets of footprints follow a set path next to the ocean
Love becomes the person; no longer a feeling, no longer an emotion
During an annual celebration what a beautiful night
In a gown of scarlet satin and white lace, what a heavenly sight
Dancing and laughter followed wherever she went
An angel she was, that was Heaven sent
Midnight came and with it a nightmare
Into their bedroom a demon came, her life he would not spare
Holding her spirit in the palm of his hand
Ever so slightly making her bleed, sending piece by piece to Satans holy land
To her true love she yelled out his name
To look into his eyes, empty, he was no longer the same
Soulless, a walking corpse
Amazing how with the taste of blood how the mind warps
Laying her down upon the floor in hands and ankles four blades find a new home
As the blood begins to flow the waxed floor turns scarlet chrome
Crimson thoughts run along the floor as her life begins to flow
Now feeling no pain as his hatred continues to grow
Rolling her over upon her stomach the blade begins to slice the skin
Starting at the top of the head, following down the spine seeing what lies within
Working down the back of the arms, the back of the legs
At each of the corners knives acting like tent pegs
Around her wrists and ankles, leaving her hands and feet
All the cuts arent jagged but surgically precise and neat
Making the necessary cuts in order to remove her bodys sheath
Getting intoxicated from the taste of her blood as well as the sight of the corpse that lies beneath
No more piercing screams to try to shatter an unfeeling heart
With hells fire in his eyes, her body and skin he rips them apart
Her lifeless corpse swimming in an ocean of her blood upon the floor
He walks away to hang her skin as a veil above the door
Walking back to the beauty that once was, the demon bid her love adieu
The entire time, of his actions her love hadnt a clue
Thinking that he heard her sobbing when they were his own cries
Picking up the blade from the floor he began gouging out his eyes
Within his heart the blade found it eternal resting place
As crimson tears ran down his cheeks and falling from his face
Upon her bloody remains he came to rest after he fell
Knowing nothing else than what he had just seen, he releases his final yell
Clammy and cold he awakes from his horrid scream
Looking around and seeing her next to him, he realizes it was all a dream
2007
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Re: Doomed Love, Destiny Foretold
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 26th April 2008 @ 11:43:43 PM AEST
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Morbid and dark. A sick Fantasy that will only comes alive in dreams. And yes this is quite dark for you to be writing but brillant and well written as well. There is really not much more that I could say for your words are self explanatory. I hope though that your dreams stay dreams and the line between dreams and reality don't become mixed. But knowing you there is nothing to worry about.
take care
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Re: Doomed Love, Destiny Foretold
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by JerryKantrell on
Sunday, 27th April 2008 @ 12:56:44 AM AEST
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Strangely it scans,
and i like it. |
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Re: Doomed Love, Destiny Foretold
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by shelby on
Sunday, 27th April 2008 @ 02:36:00 PM AEST
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Ah yes I do indeed remember this one. Hope you are not having that same night terror again. Dang!
I agree with Christina though is a nightmare nothing more...
Michelle
who ran across all the poems we wrote together last year do you remember?? |
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