Post by zombiexdave on Apr 23, 2008 7:59:54 GMT -5
this is a little poem i wrote...that's actually more like a story...but whatevvv
The Heart That Once Beat
The night is dark,
but on the street,
lies the famous,
heart that once beat.
It pounded proud,
It pounded loud,
it was said It could be heard,
above a crowd.
But one day it just stopped,
without a reason,
and it's been that way
every season.
It's said it stopped
when the fair princess died.
It's said it was tragic,
and nobody lies.
"The moon rest high,
in the dark autumn sky,
and who better to tell the story,
than I.
The wind was whipping.
The stars shown not.
Our love in the graveyard,
where all bodies rot.
She told me she loved me,
I said it right back.
She told me she'll leave me,
if I'd ever attacked.
What a simple condition.
So easy to finish,
for I am,
the town pacifist.
That night I remember
her figure was slender,
and she used
just the right amount of blush.
She left me at midnight,
and I'll tell you what I did find.
Her with another man,
at one.
I was walking the town,
round and about,
trying to shake
the overwhelming doubt.
I was then inspired,
pacifism expired,
and I changed
into a self-loathing demon.
What came over me
was not east to see.
Until of course,
it was too late.
That cold dark night
that I saw her cheating,
I ripped out her heart,
and It was still beating.
It beat afternoon,
and day and night.
It would beat in the dark,
and beat in the light.
But one day it just stopped,
and I'll tell you quick why.
The reason it stopped,
was because I died."
Fin
i used to write a lot of stuff like this...i'll probably post a couple more later.
The Heart That Once Beat
The night is dark,
but on the street,
lies the famous,
heart that once beat.
It pounded proud,
It pounded loud,
it was said It could be heard,
above a crowd.
But one day it just stopped,
without a reason,
and it's been that way
every season.
It's said it stopped
when the fair princess died.
It's said it was tragic,
and nobody lies.
"The moon rest high,
in the dark autumn sky,
and who better to tell the story,
than I.
The wind was whipping.
The stars shown not.
Our love in the graveyard,
where all bodies rot.
She told me she loved me,
I said it right back.
She told me she'll leave me,
if I'd ever attacked.
What a simple condition.
So easy to finish,
for I am,
the town pacifist.
That night I remember
her figure was slender,
and she used
just the right amount of blush.
She left me at midnight,
and I'll tell you what I did find.
Her with another man,
at one.
I was walking the town,
round and about,
trying to shake
the overwhelming doubt.
I was then inspired,
pacifism expired,
and I changed
into a self-loathing demon.
What came over me
was not east to see.
Until of course,
it was too late.
That cold dark night
that I saw her cheating,
I ripped out her heart,
and It was still beating.
It beat afternoon,
and day and night.
It would beat in the dark,
and beat in the light.
But one day it just stopped,
and I'll tell you quick why.
The reason it stopped,
was because I died."
Fin
i used to write a lot of stuff like this...i'll probably post a couple more later.
