The flames roar high
Teasing heat, the devils game
Chorused demons wail
Fires dance without light
Moonsung only light
Angels scream in songs
So beautiful, such hatred, rage
Fighting claw tipped wings
Buffetted winds in storm
I look above to see
nothing but
Bloodied feathers falling
This is the heaven, or maybe hell
Promised from pulpits, pastered mouthes
A place of torment, shattered light
A place of hell in heaven's
crusty, fallen shell
God looks down, a sorry state
His face of sadness, little interest of late
His angels, fight, die, and procreate
the demons angels
themselves delete
No peace for or
For other
Not the heaven I wanted
Nor God of power
He placed me here
To gaze up, writhe
Past hate
Final revenge
A soul's debate
Its not fair!
Screamed from broken lips
Defied His words
His council
His fate
I watch these feathers
Bloodied, unworn
float to down to me
So beautiful, such a state
Float to me, come down
One, slides on down
Touching, brushing my face
A touch of heaven
Of peace, knowing
He turned his face
I cannot blink
Cannot hate
Bound by hand and foot
Taken by the beautiful
And disgusting at whim
Less than a battlefield trophy
I stare at his face
Mine is eternal ****
Bathed in fresh blood
My legs spread wide
I am torn deep again
ravenge over and over
Forced to see His face
sins of my pride, beauty, and ***
He never looks my way
But kills his angels
Their feathers
My bed
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
The flames roar high
Teasing heat, the devils game
Chorused demons wail
Fires dance without light
Moonsung only light
Angels scream in songs
So beautiful, such hatred, rage
Fighting claw tipped wings
Buffetted winds in storm
I look above to see
nothing but
Bloodied feathers falling
This is the heaven, or maybe hell
Promised from pulpits, pastered mouthes
A place of torment, shattered light
A place of hell in heaven's
crusty, fallen shell
God looks down, a sorry state
His face of sadness, little interest of late
His angels, fight, die, and procreate
the demons angels
themselves delete
No peace for or
For other
Not the heaven I wanted
Nor God of power
He placed me here
To gaze up, writhe
Past hate
Final revenge
A soul's debate
Its not fair!
Screamed from broken lips
Defied His words
His council
His fate
I watch these feathers
Bloodied, unworn
float to down to me
So beautiful, such a state
Float to me, come down
One, slides on down
Touching, brushing my face
A touch of heaven
Of peace, knowing
He turned his face
I cannot blink
Cannot hate
Bound by hand and foot
Taken by the beautiful
And disgusting at whim
Less than a battlefield trophy
I stare at his face
Mine is eternal ****
Bathed in fresh blood
My legs spread wide
I am torn deep again
ravenge over and over
Forced to see His face
sins of my pride, beauty, and ***
He never looks my way
But kills his angels
Their feathers
My bed
