Macabre Poetry

Though you may be as beautiful as an ascended angel. Your deeds bring darkness to your soul. Weeping in your ascension. Knowing descension is your perpetual inclination. Feel the storm that burns inside you. The insects in your stomach quiver. At the thought of kindness to be removed. Your soul sheds another scarlet tear.

I have thoughts that stand out, bind others together and set the mind at ease while allowing it to soak in every drop of expression.  I have found peace in this world of misery, and found happiness in the darkest of alleys. Follow me on my journey through love, loss, death and life.

  At last I see her, Complexion white as new fallen snow. Black dress, Sleek and slender. Hair up high exposing her neck. Necklace draped around her collar. She whispers, “Follow me.” Her voice beckons like a Demon to a Priest. Frightening yet irresistible.