I Write Poetry
My name is Lovingdead, allow me to decompose you an explanation as to my name.
In a graveyard of poison,
and post life things,
a lone being in this world,
fights to cling,
In the darkness of this place,
a magic waits,
Tightly locked behind,
wrought iron gates,
Though hearts may die,
they continue to beat,
If unexpressed love's,
echoes still repeat,
A monster here roams,
behind walls it paces,
With glimmering shimmering,
grimacing faces,
A war of faith and hopelessness,
inside slowly rages,
An unknown creature here,
bound within cages,
He looms in his prison,
reaching through bars,
Longing for secrets,
he hungers for your scars,
He covets dark emptiness,
inside of your soul,
In return he gives light,
now making you whole,
Restricted by chains,
forever locked in his cell,
Cursed in this place,
between heaven and hell,
A mental attrition,
pushed over sanity's brink,
Poetic words echo,
his heart bleeding ink,
Jagged perspectives,
shoved in hollow sockets,
Wishing well empty of change,
jiggling in pockets,
Many call it friend,
till there's nothing more to take,
Till there's no more lies to tell,
till there's no more caring to fake,
Till there's no more light to see,
till there's no more promises to break,
Till there's no more soul to steal,
till there's no more heart to ache,
A forever temporary creature,
as pure as he is rotten,
In time he'll be replaced,
In time he'll be forgotten,
Deep inside the mind,
memories are hidden,
Deep inside the depths,
lie rancid fruits forbidden,
Heart dead inside,
hope carved into his tongue,
He seeks to find twilight,
in the shadow of the sun,
He's made from the pieces,
that people leave behind,
A broken heart, a shattered soul,
a damaged makeshift mind,
A single angel sleeps,
While demons awaken,
He's condemned to the dark,
Forever forsaken,
No happy thoughts here
nor shining fairy dust,
Only insatiable dark,
and savage poetic bloodlust,
From his heart drapes,
frayed puppet strings,
From his back hangs,
tattered broken wings,
In cracks of shattered dreams
lie undying hope,
Found and bound constrained,
by a hangman's noose knotted rope,
Tears fall from eyes,
emotions always raining,
You change with the moon,
shifting waxing and waning,
Don't fret for this beast,
nor should you grieve,
Run away while you can,
quickly take your leave,
In this place of loss,
where life fears to tread,
So exists this being,
Somewhere between loving and dead.
In a graveyard of poison,
and post life things,
a lone being in this world,
fights to cling,
In the darkness of this place,
a magic waits,
Tightly locked behind,
wrought iron gates,
Though hearts may die,
they continue to beat,
If unexpressed love's,
echoes still repeat,
A monster here roams,
behind walls it paces,
With glimmering shimmering,
grimacing faces,
A war of faith and hopelessness,
inside slowly rages,
An unknown creature here,
bound within cages,
He looms in his prison,
reaching through bars,
Longing for secrets,
he hungers for your scars,
He covets dark emptiness,
inside of your soul,
In return he gives light,
now making you whole,
Restricted by chains,
forever locked in his cell,
Cursed in this place,
between heaven and hell,
A mental attrition,
pushed over sanity's brink,
Poetic words echo,
his heart bleeding ink,
Jagged perspectives,
shoved in hollow sockets,
Wishing well empty of change,
jiggling in pockets,
Many call it friend,
till there's nothing more to take,
Till there's no more lies to tell,
till there's no more caring to fake,
Till there's no more light to see,
till there's no more promises to break,
Till there's no more soul to steal,
till there's no more heart to ache,
A forever temporary creature,
as pure as he is rotten,
In time he'll be replaced,
In time he'll be forgotten,
Deep inside the mind,
memories are hidden,
Deep inside the depths,
lie rancid fruits forbidden,
Heart dead inside,
hope carved into his tongue,
He seeks to find twilight,
in the shadow of the sun,
He's made from the pieces,
that people leave behind,
A broken heart, a shattered soul,
a damaged makeshift mind,
A single angel sleeps,
While demons awaken,
He's condemned to the dark,
Forever forsaken,
No happy thoughts here
nor shining fairy dust,
Only insatiable dark,
and savage poetic bloodlust,
From his heart drapes,
frayed puppet strings,
From his back hangs,
tattered broken wings,
In cracks of shattered dreams
lie undying hope,
Found and bound constrained,
by a hangman's noose knotted rope,
Tears fall from eyes,
emotions always raining,
You change with the moon,
shifting waxing and waning,
Don't fret for this beast,
nor should you grieve,
Run away while you can,
quickly take your leave,
In this place of loss,
where life fears to tread,
So exists this being,
Somewhere between loving and dead.
31-35, M
