The Sprout

Together On Death

Posted by DeadAngelLover22 from Caerphilly - Published on 28/12/2010 at 16:49
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Sub-Editor Note: Some of the themes in this poem may not be suitable for all tastes.

And where to begin as his head hits the floor,
What do we say when you begged for his blood and more,
The limp body you've smashed on the floor,
Now you grab my wrists wanting so much more,
He lays on the floor unconscious to us all,
An unknown muddle,
Yet we forget him as we delve into our passion,
You hold my hips to yours,
And my arms around your shoulders,
My body craves you,
As I'm sure yours does mine,
Our kiss so passionate and true to life,
We kiss and pull at each other's clothes,
Making out above the beaten child,
You were the bully that ended his life,
I was your woman who held your hand,
When you came home all bloody,
I calmed your soul and cleaned you up,
I stood by you through one death and another,
But then it became too much,
The lies I told to hold you close,
Yet my passion overrides the anger,
I loved you so much,
I could not be cross,
And here we are back at the beginning,
As his head hits the floor and the blood spills.