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PLAYING FOR MONSTERS
She used to dream
Of perfect nights
Now raped within
A broken mind
She plucks the strings
Those open veins
Beneath the skin
Embracing pain
Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung
She’s playing for monsters
When spirits still haunt her
She’s praying for monsters
To hear her, to love her
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
She’s lost in time
The one last kiss
That damned this house
Apocalypse
Can’t bear her cross
Across the stars
A map of pain
Upon her scars
Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung
She’s playing for monsters
When spirits still haunt her
She’s praying for monsters
To hear her, to love her
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
we bleed in black and white
against a canvas of red
the music is like no other
shadows of off colors
She plucks the heart
Strings of her pain
Chanting the verse
That plagues her day
Everything’s numb
When all is said
And hope is lost
Beneath the dead
Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung
She’s playing for monsters
When spirits still haunt her
She’s praying for monsters
To hear her, to love her
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
(c) 2018 Frank Green
Of perfect nights
Now raped within
A broken mind
She plucks the strings
Those open veins
Beneath the skin
Embracing pain
Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung
She’s playing for monsters
When spirits still haunt her
She’s praying for monsters
To hear her, to love her
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
She’s lost in time
The one last kiss
That damned this house
Apocalypse
Can’t bear her cross
Across the stars
A map of pain
Upon her scars
Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung
She’s playing for monsters
When spirits still haunt her
She’s praying for monsters
To hear her, to love her
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
we bleed in black and white
against a canvas of red
the music is like no other
shadows of off colors
She plucks the heart
Strings of her pain
Chanting the verse
That plagues her day
Everything’s numb
When all is said
And hope is lost
Beneath the dead
Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung
She’s playing for monsters
When spirits still haunt her
She’s praying for monsters
To hear her, to love her
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
The graveyard is her world
Her graveyard is my world
(c) 2018 Frank Green
Published 21st Jan 2018
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21st Jan 2018 5:05am
"Something speaks with a poison tongue
For her heart where death poetry is sung "
wicked freaking write my Dark Lord
killer lines that spoke to me..
love Crim
For her heart where death poetry is sung "
wicked freaking write my Dark Lord
killer lines that spoke to me..
love Crim
