Dead Poets

Part 1;

Poetry of a lost mind;
unrealised mistake

((The guy's pov))
A blank mind
Reminiscing of a past life
Going mad for flowers
Bought for a loved one
Seeing her with another
Bastard Casually
Having their private playtime
Tops off and devouring him
Like if her life depended on it

Hearing her moans
while filled with jealousy
And hatred towards
The bastard of a fellow
His disgusting hands all
Over her as if he was plucking
A grape from a sacred meadow
Thinking she wanted him to show no
Restraint. He tied her to the bed frame
Not thinking of the innocence of the
Pleading dame thus he used her till
Nothing but white flowed through
Her veins

Ruining the innocence of
The dame he left her with
Nothing to her name. All she's
Left with was the craving of the
Bastard's seeds in her vain
Keeping her collared up
Like a stray he made sure she'd
Never run away for she was
Now and forever be his personal
pet

Cum drips and sweats all
Over her body
The bastard took pictures of her
While she was still shivering
In agony as a memento to show that she was a slave to thee. Her school uniform stained By blood from her sacred dowry
He carried her to class where he'd shame her
Everyone stared with uncertainty
But thus its as simple as 123 she was just craving for that vitamin D. Nothing more, but her eyes said it all as she
Craved for more so now everyone called her a filthy whore
Look over the chattering noises
while her true lover stood motionless
Unable to move his jaw as he fell onto the concrete floor,his heart broken like plates being dropped from the 15th floor he laid still As the class condemned the filthy whore. Her lover laid wasted, thinking if she'd ever love him more.

((**this poetry's a collab between me and a friend of mine))