PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I became her inspiration to die
young-
She became my dedication to
live eternal-
In distant dreams we met, flew
through the seven heavens to
find salvation;
we found out that God does
not exist-
found comfort in the abyss of
hell, our fire ignited the flames
higher, in our haven we never
burned-
Demons from our past became
our friends- we rejoiced and
fornicated...
Her life was complicated until
the day she slit her wrist; as
she bleed to death, she claims
my name and I came to her
calling...as a ghost!
Death stood beside us, then
whispered, "It's time to go."
My dreams assassinated from
reality-
I died many years ago, yet I
walk the earth searching for
my blue eyes;
the one that captivated me
when I lived-
"Oh, blue eyes I dedicate my
soul to you as we die together
eternally."