Girls

Harsh and cruel words that are made to sound so sweet

From the mouth of a demonic angle when she speaks

And when she speaks echoed pain hallows me

Until the deepest hole is made and my soul weeps

weeps tears of sorrow, all along angony creeps

As nightmares that linger in my dreams

That will carry through to tomorrows sleep

Pain from below as pain from above

Even god and the devil pay the price of love

              (pay the price of love)

Reviews

[annamaezinn]

Wow! Really great poem Eric. All of the phrasing is really cool!