October BlueMature

This is a poem of horror.

October Blue

 

 

Her eyes seem closed, but I doubt that they are

She seems like she’s sleeping when seen from afar

I hope that her dreams are of what she can see

Through the eyes that are open and looking at me

 

My love starts to move as she mutters and speaks

Words I cannot hear, for her lips are asleep

But the obvious meaning portrayed in her eyes

Of kisses with sparks and a love without lies

 

I warn you, this story is not what you think

Not a poem of love, an unbreakable link

This story is hard both on tongue and on heart

But if you insist, then we may as well start

 

My father was strict and his skin became coarse

My mother was sick and her voice became hoarse

All of the pain, they were the source

But nobody knew there’d be such a discourse

 

I found a way out, what I tell you is true

By the hand of the beautiful October Blue

We’d walk on the sun and we’d dance on the moon

She was the girl that nobody knew

Again, I should warn you, and this should suffice

I warn you this story is not very nice

Murder and mourning but I shall entice you to

Read for the love and to read for the spice

 

Not knowing that anything strange would occur

I’d betaken to buying a ring for her

I proposed, she said yes, and we set a date for

The only free day at The Lou in December

 

I stood at the alter in front of The Lou

Knowing that she was to be there, too

Never came, I went home, and my father, he threw me

The hand of the beautiful October Blue

 

With a ring on one finger, the rest were laid bare

And my father, he looked like he just didn’t care

And my life had been ruined, it just wasn’t fair

So I picked up a knife and I gave him a scare

 

The knife gives a flash as the blood starts to spill

And I look at the soul in the eyes of my kill

I walk to my mother to slip her a pill

And smile as I hear her heartbeat   go still

 

And now that the corpse of my love has been found

All of my blood shall be spilt on the ground

The knife in my hand is plunged deep in my breast

And blood soaks the clothing sticking to my chest

Her eyes seem closed, but I doubt they are

She looks like sleeping when seen from afar

I hope that her dreams are of what she can see

Through the eyes that are blank and are staring at me

The End

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