sensual smile on lovely face
twinkling eyes blinded by mace
life’s flame gone, souls left this place
no ticket to gods grace

bones filled with sorrow
from angels stealing marrow
building temples for pharaoh
praying for wings as a sparrow

does the light still come in
when inner truth mutters some low din?
while the glass overflows with toxic gin
she asks eyes glazed, does it always end with sin?

trepedatios world keeps on twirling
wretched inner bowels twisting and turning
eyes blood soaked, acid tears streaming and burning
sense of self into heaven’s fire keep hurling

lead balloons tied to hopes
sent to space by misguided misanthropes
jesus came home, master salesman of dopes
god cries under his desk and mopes

sticks and blades make up her throne
chilled construction, motar of bone
all that remains etched in stone
reality screams we all die alone


© Graveyard Grace