This is what it feels like to be dead
Torn limb from limb, lack of a head
Stabbed through the heart, organs removed
To be feasted on by the deadly groom
The bride watches as her husband to be
Chows down on her beloved deceased
As I lay there lifeless 6 foot underneath
I wonder what I did to deserve being ate
As the red rose blooms the color of blood
It paints the sun, the moon, the stars above
I love the scenery usually
But this time, I just want to rest in peace
But peace isnt a thing, only piece is
As my once beloved chopped me to bits
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Mystery / ThrillerVarious Emotions go into poetry, and thats how I cope with emotion. Most of these will be of frustration and horrific, so trigger warning! ⚠
