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Death in a Box


Author: xbleedxforxmex
ASL Info:    17/f/CO
Elite Ratio:    2.74 - 41 /39 /14
Words: 230
Class/Type: Poetry /Death
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This poem was developed after somebody opened the newspaper's refrigerator. It smelled so bad, I called it the death in a box...so yeah, point taken.


Death in a Box



There was a time where
I laid there and waited for you, my dear,
when you walked by slowly
and placed a blood red rose on my casket.
For a moment, you stared
and for a moment, you reached to touch my cold hand.
My eyes opened;
my hand closed around yours.
I sat up
and got out of the casket.
I was death in a box,
but I was now living flesh.
You stood there,
trying to look me in the eye;
wondering if I was really a corpse.
I touched your cheek;
I held you hands.
You turned my face to look at yours,
but I refused.
Death carefully, quietly climbed out
and creeped toward us.
His white, ghastly hands touched the nape of my neck,
but he was more interested in you.
He wrapped his hands around you
and held on tight.
As he dragged you towards the casket,
you tried to yell for help
and stuggled to escape the grasp
that would kill you,
but he threw you in the death trap
and climbed in with you.
You gave me one last loving look
as Death pulled you down.
He took your life;
your final breath now gone.
There was a time where
you laid there and waited for me, my dear,
as I walked by slowly
and placed a blood red rose on your casket.




Submitted on 2005-11-10 13:22:04     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  ok, i this was a a cute little poem.but, i got lost somewhere near the end.first it was "i" who was in the casket. Then it was "he", and then i dont even know who ended up in the casket last. and,while reading this,i got the image of gerard way and that corpsey ballerina from the "Helena" video. so, i got confused @ times but i still like how you wrote the whole concept of it.
| Posted on 2005-11-10 00:00:00 | by _Dancing_Alone_ | [ Reply to This ]
  I love this poem. It was hard to read because it was emotional for me and I hate emotion but I love this. I think you would really like my poetry and I really like this. I'm adding you to my favs list. Go to my page and read a poem of mine and leave a comment. Thanks its must apreciated.
Reese
| Posted on 2005-11-10 00:00:00 | by Numb | [ Reply to This ]


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