Dearly beheaded.
I was once your betrothed,
I was once enthroned beside you,
now I'm entombed.
Forever to be wedded
to weeds in the ground.
Somewhere I pound
on this lid topped with dirt,
under 6 foot of soil,
my memories hurt.
Dearly beheaded.
Now I'm amongst the undead.
These fingers I shred,
tearing at this box
to which I'm enclosed.
Starting to decompose,
bone exposed,
scary how easy I was to dispose.
Dearly beheaded.
I sit awaiting my fate.
No head on my shoulders,
no heavy weight overbearing.
Now the worms are feasting
on the scraps of flesh they are eating.
shredded the skin that I was wearing.
Dearly beheaded.
I'll be your lone ghost.
Haunting your dreams
when you need sleep the most.
I'll scream in the night,
bang doors in the gloom.
I'll stand where the darkness
meets the light of the moon.
Dearly beheaded you said
as you severed the threads.
As you swung the axe down fast
on our marital bed.
The bed where once I lay dead.
Now I'm waiting under the flowerbeds,
to fill your nights with dread.
Thanks for reading
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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