I thought our love was timeless, more then just a game
And strangely in my gun-sights I still love you just the same
But your love for me has vanished like your breathing by my side
All those memories I once treasured have all turned to Cyanide
My heart is now the hardness of your tombstone, cold and gray
As it pumps the radiation in its half-life of decay
Only the echos of your anguish are the solace I now find
As you writhe upon the fires in the dungeon of my mind
The Muzak of my memory are your screams now torn apart
As my bayonet turns slowly in the fracture of your heart
The wreckage of your leaving is the metal of its blade
Your body bag in waiting is the bed that you have made
Your heartbeat is the ticking of a clock just winding down
As I dance upon the loose earth of your graves unhallowed ground
May all of Hell adore you as you fall in its embrace
Your pain and horror frozen like stigmata on your face
And when the Devil asks you as to how you came to be
Look at her quite closely cause you'll find it will be me
Wow, really like the imagery, flow and rhyme of this piece.
The visual of a man looking through his gun sight still feeling love for her.
And the memories turning to cyanide. Comparing his heart to a tombstone really reinforces the sombre tone of the poem.
imagining her pain writhing on the fires of the dungeon of your mind and then going on to turn your bayonet in the fracture of her heart. Keeping that same theme running through. A body bag for a bed, pain and horror frozen like stigmata on your face quite ingenious.
I think it might have been easier to read if it was split into different stanzas but definitely a dynamic visually well written poem.