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Beautiful Shadows

Her body lies warm and still,
As still as the coldness of the night,
She is silent in her slumber,
It gives time to admire her,
Her immaculate beauty;
The way her smile consumes my soul,
It could lighten me up on the darkest of nights,
Yet, her eyes are so cold;
Cold enough to shock this man to his core;
Completely immobilized,
Her hair flows with such majesty;
A stampede of millions of stallions trampling in front of me,
Shaking the ground with such might.

Yet, I love her so,
That is obvious to see,
But, am I crazy?
The people say I love her too much,
How do you love someone too much?
I stay next to her, keeping her up at night;
Talking frantically to her as if she wouldn't be there the next day;
Buying gifts and writing poems;
To show I still care.

But, all of this,
How much I care
Is all in vain,
For she loves another,
She would not admit it,
But, I know it's true,
I see it in the coldness and insincerity of her eyes;
I hear it in the words she says as she slumbers in the night.

What I must do is all too clear,
For this night will be the last one for her,
The last night for her;
To breath,
To smile,
To smell,
To hear,
Tonight must be the night I end it for my dear.

I place a rose softly atop her body,
I crawl up on her bed;
Looking down upon her body,
I slowly move my hands against her throat,
I begin strangling her in a violent rage,
As she struggles,
I mutter "Goodbye, my dear"
Her struggling died down,
As her corpse hit the bed,
There her lifeless body lie with the rose still a top it.

My body is weak,
As I fall to my knees,
My hands trembling in front of me,
The thought has finally become clear,
Both of my lives are now over,
Here I will sit waiting for the morn,
Waiting for them to take me away.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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