CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

I am sugar
and
spite

An invisible
mask
to
cover
and shade
the darkest of places

Blackened heart
songs
of
destruction
and
decay

If I wait
I will become
the coffin's
Lover once again

Dust covered
wings
and
cemetery
sadness make it
so I cannot fly

Sugar and
spite

The rain of
my shadow makes
effortless beats
against
The Stone

It's amazing really
How I can absorb
and
squeeze out
this numb

Masochistic
portraits in
charcoal that paint
shades
of
horror upon my chest

I am Sugar
and
spite

And this boy is nothing

I said, nothing

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