Morning Wreck

by Kara !   May 18, 2006


Our castle in the sky
Broken windows let you in
Pornography that you made
Watch in your chamber, enveloped in sin
Your bed sheets torn and stained
Fluids of substances unknown
You wake up naked and cold
To find you're on your own
What a nightmare, it must have been
The taste of cyanide stirred into your wine
As your very last cigarette burns
The question still remains of what you did last night
Examine the name on your wall
Written out in cold blood
And all the scratch marks on your door

It's late in the afternoon
Your coffee has gotten cold
Listen to your answering machine
No one's called, your messages are old
Music plays but with your brain on mute
Broken records the only sound you make
Watching news on the TV, something seems odd
Somewhere your memory, images begin to break
It all looks so familiar, yet distant to yourself
You go back to the bedroom, curious of it all
Examine the name on your wall
Written out in cold blood
And all the scratch marks on your door

Why don't you remember?
Yet you still can't forget
It happened so slowly,

You're looking a wreck

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fan Angeleo

    You left nothing, nothing to doubt. You had me going when you started to talk dirty, I was wonder where you were heading, but the
    end justifies the means. All I had to say was
    excellent.

  • 18 years ago

    by sibyllene

    ! dude, that's pretty intense

  • 18 years ago

    by Melissa S. Masucci

    I love the first stanza. The second one is quite confusing to me. I expected an explanation of what happened in the first stanza and that didn't happen. It's very good and extremely well-written, though.

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    "Your coffee has got cold
    Listen to your answer machine"
    [has "gotten" cold. "Answering" machine]

    "You're looking a wreck"
    [That just didn't make sense. Looking like a wreck?]

    This was a really good poem. A few suggestion I had, but other than that it was amazing. The imagery you had in here, wow, that is brilliant. I loved it to bits! You really created a dark backdrop for this poem, from the beginning where you described the setting. I played out everything in my mind, and that would be a horrible awakening for anyone! Amazing stuff, keep on writing!..

  • 18 years ago

    by Bridgette

    Wow.. i love this. It's so suspenseful and really dark, well duh, it is in the dark section. But I just love the whole story line thing, it was very intruiging, and kept my attention. You described everything very well
    You wake up naked and cold
    To find you're on your own
    What a nightmare, it must have been
    The taste of cyanide stirred into your wine
    As your very last cigarette burns
    I love those lines. Great job on this! 5/5