A Hollow Corpse

by **Cyn431** 7/25/2010, 1:57 am

Maturity: Well, blood and dead love.
Fantasy: It didn't really happen

Let's all observe Cyn's weak attempt at a somewhat creepyvpoem at one in the morning on her iTouch, shall we?

Just a hollow corpse on my bed
I felt like I had nothing left
The full moonlight sickened my skin—
And that was when the night had chilled,
And my breath had grown thin.

Maybe I wasn't just a hollow corpse.

An impatient trill emanated from the phone
Why couldn't I just be left alone?
A lifeless hand held it up to my ear,
And I found my chest tremble with fear,
And the bags of my eyes assemble a tear.

My state of solitude couldn't have been worse.

Cold air from the unknown entered ny hearing,
Instructing me before disappearing.
Subconsciously dragging my feet elsewhere,
I was unprepared for what I'd find there.

All I wanted was to fade away.

Passion and despair swirled in pools of red,
A furious warning of danger ahead.
Foolishly trudging forward anyway—
And there I saw where a body lay,
And a message of blood on a wall of gray,
Screaming the words to find myself say:

I thought you loved me.

by **Avé** 7/25/2010, 2:12 am

Oh my... *-* Cyn, this is absolutely amazing. Gosh, the words you used, the whole idea of the poem... it's all so incredible.

by Rai 7/25/2010, 11:32 am

Woah. *-*
This is really amazing, Cyn. Seriously. I love it! Like Avé said, the idea of this poem is amazing . . . all of it, actually. (: Absolutely spectacular job! applause