Like Eric & Shelly


It's raining on my grave

And it's raining in my heart

I've been dead for a whole year

And it's not even the worse part

She is buried next to me

But I woke and she had not

I don't want to live without her!

The only thing I can think about, is her! and the night we were shot!

A crow sits on my tombstone

I think it wants me to follow it

So I get up and re teach myself to walk

Then it leads me to a very familiar piece of shit!

There is a guy in an alley

Sticking up another poor young couple 

The same guy in fact 

The one who caused me all my trouble

I say lessons never learned old friend!

He turns and says (no!, you're a ghost!

I killed you last year!

At your funeral I gave a toast!?!)

Yet here I am!

He shoots me again

And I laughed in his face as the bullet did nothing

I walked towards him 

He pops off another round

I pretend that it worked

And I fall to the ground

He came to see if I was dead

Then searched through my pockets

Then I dug my thumb nails

Deep into his eye sockets!

I told him as he struggled

It's not so bad you killed me 

But her why her?

In the middle of his screams 

He said fuck you!.....and her!

I got up and grabbed his gun

Out of a puddle of mud

There was a loud bang

And a sudden thud

The crow took me back

Back to my resting place

But I wasn't ready 

I wanted to see her face

So with my bare hands 

I dug till I reached her

And went back to sleep

In her coffin , next to her

By LukeCoomer ©


  • Author: LukeCoomer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2017 07:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was inspired by the movie and comic books called , The Crow
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17


  • Nicholas Browning

    I've never seen the film, but this piece of pretty cool.

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