I was listening to a song and I got the inspiration for this poem. Its about a girl who is playing around in the gardens of the under world.
Tears of innocence,
and a stricken cheek of rose.
A heart of wisdom,toil
silver, and gore
A creepy little horror
flick plays inside her
soul; where wings of
demons bleed crimson
cologne
Beyond a mini-skirt
lies ecstasy and divine
galore; the devil laughs
with hunger as innocence
goes
Through a trail of sin she
trots, as sneaky flowers
creep from behind;
the say "she needs a broken
heart and a pillow filled
with tears, so the devil
and his minions can
feast on her fear!"
She walks and hears a
chant;a chant in different
tongues making her the puppet
but her soul is what they
want
She screams and laughs
with the minions on her
side, a blue hat on her
hair , and a pain in her
heart
She walks and sores with
her fainting devil wings
Until the clock ticks twelve
and with a raising hand of
anger he comes and takes
her...
with her pretty little dreams
