Today I cried and cried a lot
As demons and ghosts I fought
In a very shrouded spot
Between specters surrounding
The founding, of an ugly rot
A little child in the forest
Naked, and appearing gentle
My tears formed an ugly chorus
And ghouls brought near to settle
Their stares their glares everywhere
I could not see them or feel 'em
But I swear to god they smelled
My air their stench was stealing
With a familiar smell of hell
On my tree stump I stayed a sitting
And to them my sorrow admitting,
I'm sure I made 'em cry as much
When I told them an evil tale
About my very own bad luck
I could feel their skin go pale
Their vanishing squeals of death
Lingered in to hear, my gloom breaths
A chorus
Melodic ghastly harmony
In the forest ghouls crying
They were crying, crying for me
And I half-not- so happy
Told them my tales of travesty
And when the night began to rise
I did not see them with my eyes
Dark it stayed, but gone they were
And nowhere near being sure
That this this had ever occured.
I wiped my eyelids
That lack of eyes
Looking back at the forest
Cut my throat, As I waved goodbye..
But I found out very soon
That you stay where you die
This forest is replete of gloom
I can now see it, with my eyes
Every bush and ghost and tree
Accompanies me, in my doom
A chorus
Melodic ghastly harmony
In the forest ghouls crying
They were crying, crying for me
And I half-not- so happy
Told them my tales of travesty
Crying with them all night long
Talking about, what in life I had seen
Why I cut my eyes 'n throat all along
Yes crying, for nights, the same songs
The ghosts sobbing, there with me.
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Ugly Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems many would consider "Ugly". They are beautiful to me in the ugliest ways...
