Kelly Zion

Freshman - 537 Points (11/27/1994)

Love Tragedy - Poem by Kelly Zion

Oh how simple it would be
for someone to rescue me;
unlock this bleeding hotel door
find my body clinging to your voice

So clean, precious, carpets spread
to catch the drops she lets as she goes
the bed untouched like no one's loved
or knew how to comfort her at all
a precious kitten bleeding pink
drops stain her baby fur,
a bleeding angel whose only way out
was to replay a love torture

Oh, thank you for bringing me suicide
I've found my missing peace of mind
I've given this world my last try,
spinned my last Russian dice
the last door has to opened to another world
the overpass will lead me home
my other half I'll never know

My split-apart, hold my wrist
we would've split apart like this.

Oh, thanks you for bringing me suicide
it's the only chance I can seize tonight
escape this world that took my life
escape the ink that makes me write.
It's not your time to go tonight,
the light is only in my eyes
don't look, I'm sleeping fast tonight
book of dreams all by my side
a thousand songs that know why I'm crying
talk to me like you're by my side
sing like you care for me
let me replay my obituary;

Fall asleep on a dead pillow
on top the blankets, lay out my pills
I won't feel you creep into my room,
subconsious, unconsious, and subdued.
Stroke my hand, no penny in time
my never-man, even Jenny died
my never-man, look on the bright side,
you'll never have to be a friend of mine.
One girl too many born in this world
who needs another broken girl?
Bring me to the roof and throw me off,
drain the water and cover the trash
Oh, you know I'm thankful to have had my chance
but this struggle must come to an end.

I'm the only one who cares, so kill me, kill me my dear
drain the bathrings and give three cheers
let me slip away on the stained clean covers
laying there like a bride waiting for her lover
legs drawn up, room for no other
blouse slipping over her dead cold shoulder

looking like the no one she sees in the mirror
looking like the no one she has in her life
looking like someone else's suicide

playing the songs that bring the world quiet,
flashing the rythme of her heart on her ipod
as soon as the songs stop you know that she'll stop
filling the emptiness of her dying love

that was never more then a dream but should've been
that could've been a better reason to kill herself then this
but you never came and I guess I would've have believed it if you did
but that's okay, I know what a tragedy is.

This is the reason so many of us rest;
this is a love tragedy at it's best ;)

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Love Tragedy by Kelly Zion

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/19/2014 9:01:00 PM)

    found my missing peace of mind, very fine. go on..
    please read my poems and comment,
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  • Alice Perfect (6/19/2014 8:35:00 PM)

    911 911 911 911

    Quite a write alright!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, June 23, 2014

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