Hung in the beat between the butterflies wings
The angel of the shadows comes down and sings.
Tragically beautiful was her eerie song,
The harmony of darkness was where her haunting cries belong
Hanging drapes of flesh decorate her frame,
A rich tapestry of tragedy filled out her life’s pain
A journey through the abyss and contours of youth
Hiding from the demons that want to feed on her truth
Pouring out from within are secrets more than most
Slowly mocking and torturing our celestial host.
Shame Provoked secrecy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lingering-guest/
