Nothing Left

Lies upon lies,
Death upon death,
Forever more nothing is left.

I sit and watch,
I stare at the touch,

I wait for the time,
What will happen? Would it be a crime?

Hits and abuse,
Nothing is left here for the little Moose,

Will she be a fray?
Or will she throw her tragic life away?

So many questions,
Too many misdirection’s

Will she look upon the flask?
Will she realise she has one last task?

Lies upon lies,
Death upon death,
Forever more nothing is left.


So many painful thoughts,
Will he ever be caught?


I stand and walk,
He won’t want to talk

I knock at the door,
I stare at the mess on the floor

She realised she had a final task,
I realised this quicker than half past

He is dead upon the floor,
His head hidden by the door

I close the door,
Half of his head is no more

He arm is gone,
Maybe she will mourn?

His body is cut,
In tiny shreds and nothing left near his gut


She took it all,
As we took off for her ball

Ready for another to make her mad,
She doesn’t feel at all bad

She hunts as her job,
She removes a pain killer because her head throbs

We sit in the car,
Maybe we can travel far?

I sit and have the giggles,
As she laughs she jiggles

You want to look out,
While I make him shout?

We have our job,
We make them sob

Lies upon lies,
Death upon death,
Forever more nothing is left.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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February 18, 2016 at 12:26 PM
I'm impressed by your poems, enjoyed your writing flair... LINDA
Onclaud Avatar
June 4, 2015 at 11:31 AM
love the brooding feel of this piece, valk... well done and intense... huggs and thanks for coming around..
Robertson Avatar
June 3, 2015 at 8:22 PM
Very deep, dark and true. But there's light at the end of the tunnel. GOD BLESS.
Malicious Avatar
June 3, 2015 at 8:28 PM
If you liked this read the dark side then the hunt-from the dark side
Lamoureux Avatar
May 26, 2015 at 9:46 AM
This is dark and very effective. I like the use of repetition.
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