Dark hall ways

Dark is the hall way that Afrodites cursed
Cursed to romantisize melancholy
Melancholic was he that walked blue in the dark hall ways dressed in tombstones of broken felts
The ghost of Caesar spooks the ways whispering watch out of that Brutus
That kiss from that purple lipstick that stains forever that art from Judas its painted with nails and a crown of thorns arrayed with pain
It rains in the dark hall ways its cold any ways life is vindictive to unknown sins anyways

Only coins are equal opposites you could never jump 6 feet high but its easy to go 6 feet deep, the universe poets jokes of me as i lay down in the smallest room ever to thee
The best mirror is the reflection as you lie in a casket bought by contributions of those that struck thee, those whom i put closest to heart they broke at  luxury, as the eulogy progresses the thoughts of God with a full stop to the story without the element of a happy ending a Cinderella reversal dresssed with melancholy that you bathed with agony of those depressing memories of wars you won but didn't come out a victor, the suit you wear in the casket you never chose

Stuck at the cross roads with a soul the devil denies a bargain with
Doomed to forever walk the dark ways with immortal pain
Demons in my head they playground like its hell there is no heavenly host