Death Girl

[deadboyx13]

Her blood stained figure on the wall.
Blends with time as new souls fall.
Remnants of her dismal shroud.
Calls' forth to death's beginning, aloud.
Now the blood falls as the tears.
Which she cannot drown for many years.
As her time comes to her end.
At this, her souls morbid friend.
Her family watches like gods but do not comprehend.
That in her

Comments

[choirgrrl]

You always were so much better at the "dark serious" poetry than I am/will ever be.
HOWEVER, I can be pretty good at comedy, and the title "Death Girl" got me thinking of Courtney Love for some reason. So, this is for you, enjoy!

The music is loud
and so is she
spun out on drugs
and stinks like pee
Her plastic face
scares kids away
as well the music
she loves to play
Don't read the blog
it makes no sense
the spelling is off
the topics are dense
This poem is simple
not well thought out
but neither is she
so it evens out.

[choirgrrl]

Auggghhh! I rhymed out with out! Eh, it's about Courtney Love, so fuck it! lol

[deadboyx13]

lolz. I wrote a new one the other day called Dead Girl but it may read a bit....how do you say necrophile? lolz

[deadboyx13]

Yeah every time I try to be funny no one ever gets it and it just seems cynical or disturbing..