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Haunt Me Again
The screaming curse in broken verse, bedeviled and yet divine
Shocking senses and bleeding princess, hanging on where angels pine
Condemning sentence becoming penance, consuming, blooming
Salvation's price is damnation's right, dooming, crossing the line
I have heard the spirit's lament
Heartbreak and the tears that are spent
Swan songs wishing hearts away
Just to return
And haunt me again today
The breaking stones
Against the bones
Shattered and scattered
The empty veins
And untold pain
Splattered in patterns
The ghost lights burn at every turn, licking flames of heresy
And wicked tales that I need to tell, lest I cast out to the sea
Oncoming sunset where the gravestones sit, confusing, gloomy
Crucifixion and execution, howling within the trees
Driven straight to the breaking point
Listen to desires and wants
"One more chance, I'll pass away"
With no return
To haunt me again someday
The dragon songs
I toss the bones
Shattered and scattered
The driven rain
And screaming pain
Splattered in patterns
Christian prayers and truth slayers, are lost and tossed into the flames
The holy book and meat on the hook, dangling for whence I hang
What sacred gospels can keep me from Hell, I'm losing, truly
Desecration and observation, duly noted with great pangs
Witch hammers pounding in the night
Beneath the mourning star light
Witness devils on parade
Now returning
To haunt me again today
The chilling tones
Across the bones
Shattered and scattered
The primal hate
And lasting pain
Splattered in patterns
Lost in the darkness
With specters around
Wailing and lament
This Hell I have found
I have heard the spirit's lament
Heartbreak and the tears that are spent
Swan songs wishing hearts away
Just to return
And haunt me again today
The breaking stones
Against the bones
Shattered and scattered
The empty veins
And untold pain
Splattered in patterns
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Shocking senses and bleeding princess, hanging on where angels pine
Condemning sentence becoming penance, consuming, blooming
Salvation's price is damnation's right, dooming, crossing the line
I have heard the spirit's lament
Heartbreak and the tears that are spent
Swan songs wishing hearts away
Just to return
And haunt me again today
The breaking stones
Against the bones
Shattered and scattered
The empty veins
And untold pain
Splattered in patterns
The ghost lights burn at every turn, licking flames of heresy
And wicked tales that I need to tell, lest I cast out to the sea
Oncoming sunset where the gravestones sit, confusing, gloomy
Crucifixion and execution, howling within the trees
Driven straight to the breaking point
Listen to desires and wants
"One more chance, I'll pass away"
With no return
To haunt me again someday
The dragon songs
I toss the bones
Shattered and scattered
The driven rain
And screaming pain
Splattered in patterns
Christian prayers and truth slayers, are lost and tossed into the flames
The holy book and meat on the hook, dangling for whence I hang
What sacred gospels can keep me from Hell, I'm losing, truly
Desecration and observation, duly noted with great pangs
Witch hammers pounding in the night
Beneath the mourning star light
Witness devils on parade
Now returning
To haunt me again today
The chilling tones
Across the bones
Shattered and scattered
The primal hate
And lasting pain
Splattered in patterns
Lost in the darkness
With specters around
Wailing and lament
This Hell I have found
I have heard the spirit's lament
Heartbreak and the tears that are spent
Swan songs wishing hearts away
Just to return
And haunt me again today
The breaking stones
Against the bones
Shattered and scattered
The empty veins
And untold pain
Splattered in patterns
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 18th Feb 2015
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