Haunted
My seven months in heaven, just before you made them hell
The flames punish every inch of my love, with the casting of your spell
With your devil's pitchfork, you carve a cemetery of my heart
In the graveyard of my buried feelings, you haunt every part
Possessing every heartbeat of mine, you don't realise there's none left
This love's just a suicide, you can't possess the dead
The gravestone of my heart, is an engraved name of yours
Decorating this casket with roses, celebrating these dead souls
A ritual of this pain, that spells out your name
And every funeral inside this heart, is a buried emotion
Alone inside this dark cemetery, like a sadistic ghost
The grave of my love, you possess, is just your favourite hoax
The moonlight cuts between the shady darkness,
Spotlighting on the grave, what a ghastly haunting
The loud echoing silence, sings elegies on my wake
So unfamiliar, unaware of what's under the surface
Now you feel the same pain, I was just a hallucination
Not knowing I was dead now, the one thing you tried haunting
The gravestone of my heart, is an engraved name of yours
Decorating this casket with roses, celebrating these dead souls
A ritual of this pain, that spells out your name
And every funeral inside this heart, is a buried emotion
Alone inside this dark cemetery, like a sadistic ghost
The grave of my love, you possess, is just your favourite hoax
You're a dead spirit, that's what you never believed
You thought haunting me will make you feel back the heartbeats
But haunting a graveyard, will be just another ghostly scene
The gravestone of my heart, is an engraved name of yours
Decorating this casket with roses, celebrating these dead souls
A ritual of this pain, that spells out your name
And every funeral inside this heart, is a buried emotion
Alone inside this dark cemetery, like a sadistic ghost
The grave of my love, you possess, is just your favourite hoax
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Our Elegies
PoetryA collection of lyrical locutions and sad elegies composed by me. Like the our-song of a sweet couple, our elegies is the exact opposite of that -- for a dying love. My new album, Our Elegies, is a poetic literary piece of heartbreak on a paper. Th...
