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Maxx Tubville Poem
It was late, We found her laying on the pavement..bruised..tattered and bleeding profusely
Every word just faded into a mouthfull of blood, Her skin ripped beyond healing power,
Somehow the aura potruding from this poor girl seemed so alive though physically
motionless, Attracted be every breath of her cold air...her frozen stare,
We have no time, her signals are lessening, her blinks more divided,
Those emerald eyes that ive loved for so long..almost gone..out of reach
Cradling this precious girl in my arms like she loves for me to do
Holding on tightly trying to put pressure on the wounds,
I can't leave you now she muttered..her lips now a shade of blue,
Because i love you so much....and you love me too
I know sweetheart... I know, But the bleeding is to extreme
I must be sleeping This has to be a dream, our crimson stained wedding rings
Are you really slipping away? All of our memories, All of the days we have spent
so much time together, I pray to GOD that your here to see better days,
But baby your heartbeat is so faint now...I can barely hear you breathing,
Our time is ticking quickly now, your veins now seething
A pool of tears in the moonlight Shimmering frosty bright, My precious baby
Even to these last seconds You're just as beautiful as the day we met, Just as warm as the day we sat in the grass with the butterfly nets
I wish so badly that we could change places, That i could die for you, I don't know what to do........
Try to be still now...try not to move, Can i kiss you one last time? and know that for the last few moments of your life
you were completely mine...I love you....I love you too,
Now i'll lay with you until your suffering is through..I'll be with you now As your life passes from this flourescent eleven
to the pearly gates of God's white Heaven..I'll always be with you, Until the end
our last words were spoken...silence overcomes the city....Sirens in the distance...Hand in hand... I whisper..............Wait for me
Copyright © Maxx Tubville | Year Posted 2005
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Maxx Tubville Poem
Focus on the cold...concentrate...lean your head back
let your eyes dialate, Close them tightly as so not to
be seen, The shadows in the fog are swift as well as
keen, Trying to forget them would not be wise for
there thoughts move silently behind stitched open
eyes, Whispers hauntily speak, It's only a mere
dream? Then why do i not awaken seconds before
i scream? You see in the nightmare world the sleeping
are awake... making it impossible to tell what is real
from what is fake...But what is real is only posessed
by what your mind reveals taking the thoughts to the
frost morphing non-existence into blurred surreal,
So sit back and create what you make...for we were
sent to merely guard the escape
So With this blade i must thrust it deep within the dark
It shall never rust...only fork the tongues of those we dare
not trust, Thou shalt never take me I will erase what he
blatently disgusts, Unspeakable words spin the axis,
Unholy and disturbed
I will conquer and overcome We will not stumble on others
who stoke this flaming fun...I will not be a shadow Bit I will
not be seen..We will melt and skrape the deadly frost that
contains your fate, So sit back and watch me uncreate what you make
For i will merely slither through the keyhole...and unlock the escape
Copyright © Maxx Tubville | Year Posted 2005
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