By The girl with the thorn in her side on 05/10/2007
I dig myself a shallow grave,
right next to the tomb of my beloved:
underneath the rich soil of the earth,
far away from the cruel and the mundane.
In my one-dimensional pit,
I plant my mortal limbs into the dirt,
and wait for my sweetheart to awaken.
but no one emerges.
In a lair of perpetual mourning,
I began to weep.
My ruptured heart is quickly disintegrating.
The tears of the living moisten the ground.
Even in this artificial death,
loneliness consumes me.
I close my eyes, and go to sleep,
but am quickly startled by a distant racket.
Through the walls of the underworld,
the emaciated touch of a familiar hand-
makes its way onto my lap.
I gaze into empty sockets:
my excitable bones, trembling.
It is the corpse of my beloved:
frightful and grotesque,
his skeletal frame,
slowly creeping towards me.
wrap themselves around my body.
I am safe in the arms of tenderness.
In a sunken voice, he whispers 3 words:
" stay with me."
Unquestioned, I do not recoil.
I close my eyes again,
and let the earth blow over me.
I will not budge.
Until my time comes, when I too will expire,
here I will lie, forever by his side.
You discover that the monster you keep running from, is the monster in you. ~ Darren Hayes.
© By The girl with the thorn in her side On 5/10/2007 2:24:12 PM