Love Letters From Hell

Walls bleed the putrid whiffs of devil phlegm,

while Alice becomes a nun wailing as a banshee

before a shattered looking glass

its shards in the shape of crucifixes

each having a haloed claret eye

that looks with piercing stares of accusation

deep into the heart.

 

If only the day was filled with nakedness

and the night haunted by church bells

then I might sleep on a bed

not covered in razor of communion wafers

nor live with hymns singing in my head

with the lyrics about every sin of my life.

 

Silence rippled by the sounds of paper being crinkled,

another symphony of my inner saint’s insanity songs

penned in the chamber of judgment

always having synonyms for fire and brimstone.

 

Whitewash prayers like liquid paper

are painted in panic over those scribbles

of Satan’s Valentine’s Day Card

ever ending in wish you were here.

 

Heart feels the talons of evil

dig a little deeper

though try to cut them with a scripture shield,

but it always ends up turning into a feather

before floating towards heaven,

left alone to scream as the floor

becomes a pit full of cadaverous priests

who speak in unison my eulogy,

which ends in condemnation winner’s lottery ticket.

 

Door to paradise outside this Hades haven

has stained glass nativity scene pictures

they all speak whispers of resurrection by names,

only mine is never mentioned.

 

Keys to its lock rattle outside that barrier,

locksmith is an evangelist on vacation,

his business card left

without any phone number or address.