She is
PreTTy
as HeLL

with Her
Devil Face

Which
God once
Sadly
Bred;

and
I admire
The
Haunted
Flowers Grace!

( Love
refusing to
Be
Dead. )

+

Graveyard Kisses
are
The Best

on nights when
Life
seems cold;

and you feel
Life
Groaning in your
Chest.

(as Broken
Hands
Mend All THeY
HoLd.)

+
oh,

id walk through hell
To
find the heaven
waiting
In
HeR HeLLiSh EyeS!

in spite the HeaRT
That
Angels Mangle!

(In the name of
Some Men's  Paradise.)


To Be cont.


Maybe