Widowed Soul Of Love

Cry for the widowed Soul Of Love

She silently weeps at the gates of hell

awaiting her lover who has long gone to heaven.

Blindly she feels her way through the dirt and mud

Feeling the eye balls of the dead, 

mistaking them for peebles on the road.

Her journey is dark and filled with turmoil

as she crawls into the abyss of soul searching

Only to find her soul was long ago sold to the angel of broken dreams. 

Sensual lust washes over her 

as the blood of heaven drips through the cracks…

and she drinks it up.

Baths herself in hell

laughing all the way. 

Broken wings tattered and dirty 

grease graces her shoulder as she grasps for the gates. 

Rattled,  the road shakes

Rattled, hells gates creak

as she kicks the lock loose to let me in. 

And a roar of demon hell soars from her being

Fire ignites and lust pours out. 

Cry for the widowed Soul Of Love

waivered away by miscommunication 

sight gone

broken wing

hooves of crows

beak of lion

mane of dragon

Confused child of heaven 

dropped like a rain drop 

bleeding into life.

She crawls into awareness 

and crunches down on the legs of earthly beings. 

Tears of black soot fall from the dark holes 

surrounded by lashes.

Bits of human flesh dangle from her lips and are stuck in her fangs. 

She traps me in her gut of indigestible realities of Hell. 

Her breathe is hot as she grunts: “You want Peace?…

Travel past my lips and into my belly to find those who sought peace.”

She belches a deep gurgling truth that resounds within all beings.

“Peace is the non existence of humanity!…

Peace is the waiting room for hell.

I AM PEACE!”

and I claw to escape her esophagus.

only to fall a sleep into an another dream 

I call life. 

Photo by Craig TheKiwi Brayton