Death stories...

By Dreamzz

The sun slowly fades to night.
The birds all fly away.
For the housecat is now the mountain lion and it is out to play.
For those who do not here its cries i feel sorry.
For the mountain lion shows no mercy.
When it snaps the neck of its prey, throws its empty head away.
And there i stand on the top of the mountain no longer afraid.
And as my bones go Snap!
I smile knowing it is the end.
For the mountain lion is now my friend.

The cool blue stars come out at night.
The sounds of crickets gives the child a fright.
She runs off to hide never awakened the child died.
Search dogs searching for her bod.
Sadly it is all but gone.
Her eyes fall out her skin smells of it too.
Her hair falling out her pores dripping goo.
Her skin is torn to peices scratches and such.
Her hair has been ripped out tuff by tuff.
It was the end I was her friend for I did what no body else would do.

The morning sunrise reflects in her crystal blue eyes.
She is as stiff as a doll before it breaks in fall.
Her skin is shown with sweat though its been hours since she was dead.
Her brown hair is waving behind her like a train.
Her white face is covered with her tiny blue veins.
her head is all there is nothing else does exist.
Because she cut off her head instead of cutting her wrist.

She was raped and tossed out for fear she would rat.
And all they did after was laugh laugh laugh.
It started in a club she went their with her friends.
Never knew today her fun would come to an end.
And when she was all alone with out her friends with eachother.
They raped her, broke all her bones, stuffed her in a box, and mailed her to her mother.

The next story to come is gonna be you and you already know there is nothing you can do.
So give it a rest and just lay back for everything is going to be fine your life is just mine.

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Copyright 2010 Dreamzz
Published on Saturday, April 3, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Musik2MyEyes On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Musik2MyEyes (192)By person wrote:

    Good creepy write...starts off mellow and gets gorier as it progresses. I notice all the victims are women as if the writer is imagining herself as each victim and then writes about it. Can you imagine yourself as me? I would like you to try ;)

  • Deaths Apostle On Sunday, April 4, 2010, Deaths Apostle (65)By person wrote:

    I really enjoyed this. I liked how your rhyme scheme kept it flowing at a good steady rate but didn't get in the way of a good story. Also, I realized you can almost read this backwards (4th stanza-1st Stanza) definitely a good write

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