What vulgar skin protrudes so oddly,
Twists and turns from damp black graves,
Manipulates the sodden air outside-
Which holds tight the thick and foetid stench-
I taste it so loudly against a yearning tongue,
In open solitude I shall stand here,
Let this spiralling atmosphere of grotesque,
And seeping blood, decaying flesh-
Barely attached to jaded bone-
I will taste it close in ever dying lungs;
Such wondrous sickening fumes,
Oh how they dance before my eyes,
My spirits so calmed by such trembling death,
This place is so very haunting;
It is a beauty to behold,
What wicked loathsome skin,
Will crumble here like ash?
Oh dying skin, let me kiss you once more
So grey like worn newspaper,
I will watch as it dissolves like dirt,
Sinks so deep into incongruous grounds,
Where fickle bones rise up,
To grasp the hands of those above
Such feverish stenches to cure a lonesome heart,
And skin to wrap it's crooked self
Around a softened mouth;
Breathe it in, and hold it close
Sullen features amongst the calmed black air,
Their impious and mocking eyes and teeth,
Creep out like wearied sinews,
To strip this place of life;
Oh spread your death around us all!
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Poems About Death
PoezieA short collection of poems that embody the theme of death. ~by R. L. Gevaux. Read below * * * * Let me know what you think of this collection. If you like it, I can make another one, I have plenty more poems. I could make a further collection of po...
