Grey Crush Funeral Home

My very first heartbreak + alcohol + teenage angst = this.

Grey Crush Funeral Home

 

 

Will they ever see the truth to the story's end?
He'll always tell me I'm just a friend.
Skinny boy, I thought I saw you when I woke up alone.
Pity and joy, there's a battered body at the Grey Crush Funeral Home.
All you are now is a man thought once to be John Doe.
I dare you to call me a friend now. Oh pretty boy, where will you go?
Please tell me that you're sorry, I just adore your moving lips.
At the Grey Crush Funeral Home the table flips.
There's a page of my song missing; it was burned with his bones.
Confusion rains over the town, the streets, the pathetic little homes.
Death ceased the smiles at the morgue; your glazed eyes won't rome.
Oh and how the treason caused such a sensation at the Grey Crush Funeral Home.
Your girlfriend cried at the service as she swore she'd always love and miss you.
I had come first, battled with my insane jealousy, she was number two.
No more intoxicated nights I have to see her with you, with what should've been mine.
There's no longer a crowd at the Grey Crush Funeral Home; now the sun can shine.
They don't know what went on in the hotel room that fateful eve.
I took her companion; she doesn't know you didn't want to leave.
By ripping out your heart & setting it to flames I ended the sorrow and crushed it into grey ashes.
At the Grey Crush Funeral Home the casket falls and crashes.

 

 

 

-the Kate Vegas
May 19^th, '06

 

 

 

©Kate Vegas

Reviews

[Kurt Gargis]

Very nice... For some reason, I can easily see this being adapted into song lyrics. Imagery and feeling are both there in good amounts. Good write.

[Catastrophe]

Wow, that was intense, very gloomy and sad at the same time
...there were scenes of some sort playing in my head while reading this piece
...and...
the rhythem and flow of this poem is truly beautiful...i loved reading this
i really did...
i would love to know what inspired you to write this

[Mia Fin]

I really enjoyed reading this. I could feel the emotions, especially anger really coming through. I particularly loved this line:
"Death ceased the smiles at the morgue; your glazed eyes won't rome."
What an image! Great work!