Seraph Serenade Poem by Brittany Cook

Your're my angel back in heaven
lost among the free,
trapped up in that tower
looking down upon my plea
if only i could climb up there
and sort through your debris, i'd bring this angel back to
heaven for all eternity
Gritty demented cloth
covering up flesh born to rot
lace wound up so tightly and faut
that bitter screams of breath would
get caught
Bloody circumstances heel kicking in the doors mad of steel
stiletto razor - sharp so surreal
that sunny dreams of death
wouldn't heal
Dirty penalized belt
whipping up trouble with every pelt
leather so stained so worn it could melt
that haunting demonic rage with one wely
Musky vilifed veil
smothering cries of living hell
dust choking cries to such avail
that holy water rise with one wail
Angle back in heaven
lost among the fress
trapped up in that tower
loking down upon my plea
if only i could climb up there
and sort through you debris,
i'd bring back this angel captured just for me