The Ghost of You

Both the weeping angels

And the weeping ghosts

Sang me a lullaby of sorrow

With rattling chains and wails

I found no comfort in their haunting

When faced with no tomorrows

Swathed in darkness and pain

Where phantoms glide in the abyss

Something much more sinister crept

With every morbid scream of fear

Where Beelzebub gloats on all misfortune

In the black light that keeps you

Awake at night

Between worlds, this trembling spirit

Was at war

Storm clouds announced an arrival

The path of my soul's demise

Haunted by someone still alive

Forgive or perish

Awakening to terror

In this horrifying house with no door

The house that stood empty

The house that depicted the end

You hear the faint creak of the floorboards

As out from the shadows I creep

I breathe your ghost into these lifeless lips

That lead to where angry bones shall rest

In the unforgiving arms of eternity

And the ghosts are only as dead

As the ghosts within your head

Depart Seraphim and all of Satan’s men

I should have loved a dead man instead

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