The Body

The blood poured slowly from her eyes. As she said her last good byes. The cloths of the body it did stain. As she let out her final cry of pain. The spirit from her body did depart. As heer frail limbs came apart.

Here eyes did seem to form a glare. From her dark and empty stare. Her hair did all break away. As her skin did all decay. It did form her necks last noose. And her fingers all came lose.

Her body was all stained from abuse. As she became more obtuse. The guts from her body did all burst. The gore it seemed was all cursed. The blood from her body did squirt. And stained the green cloth of her skirt.

The blood around her did all pool. As her skin became cool. Her lover did he sreak. When he came to take a peak. He knelt down and did cry. As he said his last good bye.

That was it. It was a poem so the mispellings are OK. Hope this didn't freak you out too much. It's just this server's version of Eger Allen Poe. Yea, spelling doesn't matter. It's just a bourgious principal anyway. So long comrades.