Angel-Ghostie

He gazed with such intensity, A daunting figure clad in coal. His armor stiff, like frozen hands, Enthralling claws to clutch her throat Or softly grace her blooming cheeks. Hesitant introspection fell On snow from which her flowers grow. Her hair, a tangled wave of ocher Unveiled a visage so benign, Of blinded wishes unaware Alluring to the starving night. Her body lay, sweetly with snow, A nonchalance of threats and sin, Accompan’ing the monochrome scene

Familiar feelings begin to swell All the anger and the sadness I have come to know so well When I listen closely all I hear are my own screams I'm choking on the dust of all my long lost buried dreams I recognize these walls but they feel empty and lonely This place feels like a graveyard but it used to be home to me A broken heart's a sharper pain than broken glass on skin The only thing that feels as real as the scars I keep within I recognize these eyes but they feel empty and lonely I don't recognize myself because you used to be home to me What did I ever do to deserve your wrath? I couldn't piece myself together, couldn't follow your