Forever Rots

Well it's something.

Oh to assume,

The smell of perfume.

The smell of rotting flesh,

And the rotted soul.

 

Still the rotted heart does beat,

Feeding maggots with it's every thud.

Decaying further with every thump.

 

Dying words in blood soaked rain,

Remembering every death declaired.

Longing for the past to change...

To yet again touch the sun.

 

To touch the sun.

To touch the sun.

Never more to touch the sun.

 

This dying day has laid to rest all of what was you,

Never more. 

Never more.

To breath, to feel, again.

 

Cry the tears to fall upon cold cheeks,

Mourning will do nothing now.

Life has come and gone.

Death becomes a cold and ruthless friend.

 

Feed upon the selfishness that futher rots the heart,

Nothing more will be said.

Nothing more will be done.

 

Rot.

Rotting.

Rotted.

 

Feast will the worms, the maggots, the bugs.

Feast on what was beloved, cherished, and longed for.

Feast on what is now decriped and disgusting.

Unacceptable.

Deceased.

 

Feast, feast, feast they will.

Forever more.

Forever more.

 

Reviews

[Animated Shadow]

I love the lucid descriptions and darkness engendered in this poem. My favorite lines are, "Feast will the worms, the maggots the bugs. Feast on what was beloved, cherished, and longed for." The "beloved" rhymes very cleverly with "bugs". I also like the line about "selfishness that further rots the heart." Indeed it does! I saw only a few minor mistakes in spelling: declaired is spelled, 'declared', and decriped is spelled. 'decrepit'. Other than that, it was exceptionally well-written! Check out my poem "Drowning Amy", which is very similar in content, though not in style--I think you'll like it...

[Dr.Who.LOVER]

I like poetry like this!
Amazing write

[deeps]

Icky! This gives me the creepies, very well written though!
I like this write, such a wonderful flow of words.