Poems I Write

Eternal Torture

Another night she spends alone,

Without any touch and her skin so cold,

Her tears wet the hair at her temples,

There is nothing about it that is gentle,

Freezing and alone she is,

Crying away all she was,

Because she doesn’t know how she got there,

And she doesn’t know where to go,

No one will take her in,

Her whole body is a layer of icy skin,

She lays pale and still,

As the whip cracks down across her back,

She lets out a shriek of pure agony,

Misery is watching her so,

Full of happiness at her door,

But none of that helps the girl,

As she trembles at the hole,

On the edge of death she is,

But no one seems to give a shiz,

She cries out once more,

Her last sound of one more scream,

Falling into the endless pit,

And ending up at the river,

There is nothing anyone could do,

Because they never knew of who she was,

But now it’s too late so the killer enjoys the buzz,

Then another thing to do,

To hide her body…..in goo?

He buries her but then,

Oh! What’s this? His face is wet,

Tears stream down and he lets out a scream,

After all, How could he kill his love?

Another night he spends alone,

Without her touch, his skin so cold,

Torn in two, he lies awake,

And thinks about all his mistakes.