Poetry By Me

The Ring Of a Bell

She heard the ring of a bell,

And well,

She decided any prison cell

Is less of a punishment

Than the monster of a man

Waiting for her at the alter.

The voices in her mind called her

And the rest was a mishapen blur.

No matter the slur

Used again her

She knew she would never regret

The way her body sweat

When makeing every threat.

Never had she met 

Such a vile man.

Papers of poets 

Lay on the cold gray tile.

They began to pile

Higher and higher

And her mind was racing,

Mile by Mile

It was lead astray.

And it will, on this day,

Be forever lost,

As she stood

In a crack colored dress,

With lace hiding her mess.

Hair pinned up, 

Done in a knot.

Feet in heels

And Makeup as shiny as steel.

As she smiles and

Sharpened the knife

And all at once,

Dulling her pain.

She warned him

And told him

That he would be pinned.

But he didn't listen.

He never seemed to see her glisten.

The ring on her finger

 -gold and silver,

It must have cost him his liver-

 It reminded her of him.

So into the fire it went,

With the rest of his belongings.

And never the less,

She never minded.

Arson was a crime,

But it wasn't her to make up his mind.

Her warning stood,

But he never could remember.

He was pain

So she would maim

All he loved

Even if it meant 

Mutilating 

All of her pain

And her final claim

Was how it would be a shame 

Is he stood on the alter 

Alone,

With not one to blame

But the aim of his fist

And the flame of her knife.

L.O.M