Afterlife.

Angel with a broken halo
butterflies with worn down wings,
listen to the birds of death
slowly, softly sing.

They come without a warning
needles, rose and dust,
the love you bleed pours red and deep
through veins runs torn up lust.

Trapped within these mind games
darkness, curiosity unknown,
the screams that form the masterpiece
asphixiate alone.

Your burning love for power
eternals only goal,
the ghosts that form the masterpiece
which complicate the soul.

These flowers that were buried
with bodies that should feel,
candlewax burning fingertips
leave scars that never heal.