Haunted eyes stare through me,
Searching, longing, lost at sea,
Soundless cries echo within,
A prisoner in her own skin.
Hidden traumas itch and gnaw,
While the circling buzzards caw,
hands wave from a waring mind,
As she leaves the world behind.
A glitched heart stained in pain,
Just three steps before insane,
Gritted sickness, snatch and grab,
A pretty present on a slab.
Categories:
morgue, death, depression, fate, gothic,
Form: Quatrain
Laid naked and bare,
Dilapidated beyond repair,
Deeper within the dark bowels of ruined Ultair,
Whose ruler is a Litch,
A city rises from a darken phosphorous pitch
of shadows and mists of unhallowed portraiture
whose sights are akin to visual torture.
Where evils forgotten lie in one's peripheral,
perpetuating fears begotten and ethereal.
Do not fret and be a fool.
Lest you forget what may beguile.
For what dwells here, of those curious shall lure;
Creatures whose countenance spell the very essence of fear,
whose residence unwillingly endure.
However, so I say, you would be wise to obey,
To never venture into the night,
of this foul blight,
not a city.
Wherein darkness consumes the most radiant of light without pity.
Categories:
morgue, adventure, angst, city, death,
Form: Narrative
Within lofty daily trials, life always in check
gaze at self-made walls; stare up at the swinging bulb.
Chastising of milestones, beaten within submission
artful weaving of whispers waking from a deeper sleep.
Questioned emotions on ice; travel within a dark compass
where in the hell am I; queries shuffle on downward.
Dissected voices in a breeze; breathless inhales unshaken
blowing kisses to a blue moon; poison barbs on a comet's tail.
Blown away with red leaves; tinge of orange and yellows
fog clears in a rising sun; shaking off that amnesia haze.
Eyes opening very slowly; hazy gaze focuses on shadows
white sheet covering the cold body; icy shallow breathing now.
Straps bind loosely on wrists; I can't seem to move or speak
getting easier to force a breath; strength rises for the very weak.
Heroin grasped my soul again; pitted freak with rotted flesh,
forgotten on the morgue table; please, just needle me to death.
Categories:
morgue, 12th grade, addiction, confusion,
Form: Metrical Tale
Bodies at the morgue
seem to be waiting
for partners …
Waiting, waiting still
like nothing.
Bodies at the morgue
seem to be so
for good …
So poor and dull and so
low.
Bodies today;
nobodies tomorrow.
Categories:
morgue, 12th grade, destiny, sad,
Form: Epigram
Blah gray cupboards, gray padded table, boring grayish blue chairs.
Plastic chairs, not comfortable, always two, but who needs two?
I wait for the doctor thinking it is weird there is not a single picture.
No pop of red, orange, yellow, pink, green, purple, or any pretty color.
This looks more like a morgue should look than a doctor’s office.
My eyes dart around in vain, looking for something beautiful.
Silver doorknobs, silver faucets, silver drawer handles, nothing shiny.
That boring polished dull silver. A gray drab room for waiting.
Categories:
morgue, environment,
Form: Free verse
A life is taken each day,
A heart is broken each night,
A soul mate is taken away.
Pain fills ones heart,
Questioning God why He allowed a tear to run through their cheeks,
But at the end it's not our will but His will.
Loved ones,
One day we will be with you.
I don't know the pain one goes through,
But I too have lost those I loved.
I can hear screams from the morgue,
Young, old, married, divorced,
Bachelors , spinsters, the blind, the dumb,
The less fortunate, the rich,
The powerful, the weak.
All have tears within their eyes.
It shows that we are human,
No matter what we face,
Always know that challenges come our way.
Birth is a gift since life is a miracle and a mystery,
But death is part of our lives,
It shows a mark, where the flesh wears off and dies,
It symbolizes a new hope,
Death doesn't mean the end.
So let me ask this question,
If you were to choose to live forever or to rest at the time,
What would you choice be?
Categories:
morgue, cry, death, god, hope,
Form: Free verse
The lighting, it was over-bright
blinding my unslept,red, tired eye
white sheets shook me with dread and fright
the lighting, it was over-bright
oh! on the stiff body drained white
tattoo of my name on left thigh
the lighting, it was over-bright
blinding my unslept,red, tired eye
Written 06/15/2016 for Julia's contest "First Line Prompt-2"
Categories:
morgue, dark, death,
Form: Triolet
October 5th, 2014
I walk into this morgue
After a long lasting stroke.
The room is a little small for a hospital,
A little big for this heart
And still, it all feels so logical.
Dead bodies all over the place
Lined up inside cold refrigerators.
They are past, long time lost
You are the present
But with no future to rent
Your body is still warm
But I need to put you in that damn drawer!
In small pieces I was torn
Just lying on dead cold floor.
You will not see me cry,
Grieving stage has past long time ago
I was dancing with the dead alone
Maintaining the status quo in that zone
After cutting you off, opening you up
It seems like no one can interrupt.
Digging into your guts, inside out
Just to find out
That this autopsy is so painful
For a body that is still alive
So is the love
(That we never had)
What is it to you? - You are already dead
Walking out of that morgue
With another stroke,
Throwing away that surgical mask
Seeking for a life I was afraid to ask
Categories:
morgue, goodbye, lost love, love,
Form: ABC
trying to put the words toghether
trying to hard
but they will never get better
bleeding from my ears
these words that you said
cut my chest open
blood for tears
does the beating make you quiver
does the lies make you sick
leave me here
chest wide open
ribs spread apart
down on my hands and knees
i cant even breath
i wont ever pass
my soul shattered like glass
my spirit was taken way to fast
for the things youve broken
and couldnt put back apart
your smile tryed to cure my heart
lie to me
tell me its alright
or take my life
and throw away the insides
blood on my back
for all the love you gave
blood in my ears
for all the lies you told
empty heart
for the future that never came
years on my own
the sleepless nights
or the grey brick and stone
lie to me
tell me its alright
i can handle the pain
lie to me
tell me these tears are in vain
love me
lie to me
set me free
Categories:
morgue, growing up, lost, passion,
Form: Free verse
Waking Up in the Morgue
By Elton Camp
Here’s more evidence of the conviction
That truth may be stranger than fiction
When a man suffered an asthma attack
Of signs of life there was a total lack
In the morgue’s cooler he was put away
And there he remained for an entire day
Until the attendant heard a voice call out
“Help! What the heck is this all about?”
And when the local paramedics did arrive,
They found the man indignant and alive
It’s a good thing he awoke in the refrigerator
Not when being cremated in the incinerator
Categories:
morgue, people,
Form: Rhyme
A new planet was taking birth.
Stem cells were coming out of
obedience to carnality.
For resuscitation from kiss of death
faith was at its best in its witchcraft.
Complete blood count failed,
to diagnose the strange madness.
It was a whirling chemistry.
The transmitters merely took in
the sin, the insanity.
A huge crowd collected at the morgue
to collect the severed limbs,
after the death of a sun.
Picking the scars of dark
and slaughtered tomorrow.
The rage of sunrise will come back.
One day the clouds will burst open. Yes
the death will come as a bride.
Categories:
morgue, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?