Married to the dead

by Mike   Jun 5, 2006


The wooden ceiling
The dirt blanket
The flowers on the ground
The dead awake
In the moonlight

Reflect off the white eyes
R.I.P. on every stone
The dead moan
My name can be herd
My bride is calling

The blood should be sacrificed
To settle these creatures
Send them back to the dead
And become one

The dead call my name
Join the fallen
End my life
I can't keep avoiding it
Refusing what they say

Life just isn't for me
My love is for the grave
The romance for the tombstone
My marriage is tonight

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  • 16 years ago

    by Sarah

    Oooo creepy..I like this poem..very well witten..

  • 17 years ago

    by jennifer

    I missed you very much. im glad your back =]. i love this poem by the wayy

  • 17 years ago

    by DarkAngel06

    Remember my friend, life has meaning, the grave is not meant for someone so wonderful inside, the darkness leads to light, the light leads to happiness, you are my light do not let it demish

  • 17 years ago

    by DarkAngel06

    This somehow confused me yet at the same time it tells me that you have given up do not marry for the wrong only the right

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