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Decomposition Poems - Poems about Decomposition


DECOMPOSITION
DECOMPOSITION (Image#4) In a way, the song ‘Smitten’ was wrong Written to play, and not to throw away I know many verses made it grow long A strange key to choose for one to use And arrange it to land from B flat to A Yet harmonies that please, admit to lose Tossed on the fire as the muse was lost I’d say, a...

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Categories: decomposition, creation, music,
Form: Rhyme
As My Body Rots
As I succumb to the wounds you've inflicted gasping for air, for life, eyes bloodshot, cheeks wet, Will you love me then? My cold, bloodied body will lay lifeless in your bed, my crimson seeping into the sheets. What will you do? Surely you'll have to wash those sheets lest your next lover discovers. Three seasons have passed. Now we both lack humanity. How many ribs...

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Categories: decomposition, conflict, dark, heartbreak, love,
Form: Free verse



Decomposition of My Dignity
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion. Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life. Why can't I remember slipping into this...

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Categories: decomposition, confusion,
Form: Light Verse
Decomposition
broken down deeper than a trench, torn and ripped from feeling, numb and frozen cold, alive, yet barely breathing, screaming, yelling, yet wont escape those lungs, slowly the kerosine pours through your teeth, soon infects the body, so set her alite, she'll take her last breath, she screams: set me free, ****in just cremate me, Down to every last drip, put me out...

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Categories: decomposition, death, life, sad, me,
Form: Epic
Decomposition
I watched her from the mirror, I put the blade inside her palm. “Come on you can do it sweetie, let’s watch you decompose.” My reflection is smiling, Pure animal, lupine, the eyes that mirror my own; caught in the moon’s shine. Glint along the metal, poised just above my wrist, again she is whispering. “Don’t you be afraid.” Her hand presses against my...

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Categories: decomposition, angst, sad
Form: Free verse




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