Twisted Corpse

by Quinn Specht   Jun 7, 2005


My body lay twisted on the floor,
my eyes still open.
I wondered what I had done
to deserve this torture.
I want my questions to die
and fade away.
My tears shine the emptiness all around.
My twisted corpse lay on the floor,
blood hanging onto my very last breath.
This seems like a dark horror story.
I want it all to go away.
There were no love, there were no happy memories.
Your mind turned cold and ugly,
You changed and broke me.
I want you to remember my love,
as it fades into the cold dark air of the night.
Kiss my blood splattered lips one last time.
Touch my lifeless hand.
I am yours no longer.
I am....a twisted corpse.

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