Jul 25 2011

Rotting Corpse

Published by at 1:29 am under Betrayal Poems

As children play with their toys
As a puppeter goes up and down with the strings
I was used over and over again as if my insides were nothing but void
Hypnotized by the snake’s hiss and kidnapped by the eagle’s wings
I gave you my naive heart
Without much given thought
You promised me the universe and the stars
How can I say I saw it coming?

You tore my veins to pieces and fed voltures with my bloody flesh
My corpse was left somewhere vaguely familiar
Yet completely unknown to my senses
By instinct I bring up my walls
And build up my fortress defenses
Repeating over and over to myself
As I loved you, I will never love anyone else
I make a promise and take a bow
You were my first and my last
There isn’t a human soul that can penetrate the shield I have now
Love and life are only now a faded memory of the past.

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7 Responses to “Rotting Corpse”

  1. pixieon 25 Jul 2011 at 2:43 pm

    I’m not sure what I’m supposed to feel about this. I feel kind of freaked out, to be honest.
    Super morbid poem.
    Not to say it’s a bad thing, though. I’m just confused.

  2. Justaboyon 25 Jul 2011 at 5:59 pm

    I think it was quite well done, I understand what you’re saying Pixie but morbid isn’t the word I’d use, it’s just dark…but we all have our dark side, it’s just more pronounced for some of us. I really like the near-rhyme pattern you have here, I thought it was very pretty.

  3. pixieon 25 Jul 2011 at 6:36 pm

    “You tore my veins to pieces and fed voltures with my bloody flesh.”
    I’d say it’s morbid, dude.

  4. Justaboyon 26 Jul 2011 at 5:24 am

    Is it any worse that what we write? You talk about crawling over shards of broken glass in one of your works, I don’t remember the name all of a sudden. Or think about mine: Drip, Cut, It won’t kill me, Please Stop, etc, is what we say any more morbid, Pix? At least this one is metaphorical for being heartbroken, when I talk about bleeding out on the floor I’m talking about slitting my wrists and bleeeding out on the floor until my very life slips away! Lmao. Actually I wrote a piece much like this called Rotting Death but admin rejected it. Like I said, I think ’twas well done. Lol.

  5. pixieon 26 Jul 2011 at 1:17 pm

    Uhm. Did I say this was worse or better? No.
    I simply stated that it was morbid. Take it as you will.

  6. anonymousson 26 Jul 2011 at 2:17 pm

    Poems are poems Y’all may be going through somethin I’m not and that’s why you write about it(and well actually this poem isn’t about me, I barely write about myself), but yeah it’s dark and morbid and sinful, and creepy, and diabolic, and down-right weird. Cause that’s what makes it, it. Cause, idk, maybe someone out there feels like this and it’s just my way of saying “you ain’t alone”. And maybe it helps them feel better, like y’all poems make me feel like I’m not the only stupid teenager that still holds onto a lost kind of love in the world.

  7. Justaboyon 26 Jul 2011 at 2:24 pm

    And with that I will shut up. Sorry that we totally spammed your poem! lmao.

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