Twelve Coins for Heaven

 Twelve Coins For Heaven

-Miss A


I apologize there that I go, cursing the gates
But I just have some coins for that all,
Every nice deep not by mistake, 12 coins for the heavens.
'Cause I don't believe that I can visit there
Just the luxury, I can't permanently afford 
Or because you didn't invite me there too as well.
For the heaven is too easy to be purchased
Just some coins, just some bribery to do.
And the crazy being you categorize into
How you been told and how you fantasized
But I'm not a sucker for the same
Follow you around, driving you insane
For the heaven costs only 12 coins
Too cheap for a visit, then to me being good a tasteless toast
But I do seem to enjoy ceremony
And for my kind who disappears, named us ghosts.
You see me now, you run
And then you don't.
Who are you running from?
Who are you running behind?
Where did I go? 
Did it leave a trace, oh, none.
But until you can't seem to understand
The food you came for, makes you a prey 
The time you spend here, you're a bait.
So see me now, see me, look me through
Right here, inside out, I'm next to you 
I'm a sight from your vision, made of thin air
You own harmony, strangled in despair
And I'm a breeze that flows my direction
Moving on as I'd like that's the tradition
But till you can see me
Look at me, like you don't.
And it would take me only 12 coins
To a nice trip, for a pronounced ghost
To the heaven
A place I like too.
Sadly, I would be visible
When I see you crumble and fall
To see you afraid of what you can't see
That's what beasts like me feed on
Bet you feel it, the presence
Luminous reel that appears for a moment
And that the other, it drains out
Leaving nothing else but silence to fall on.
Don't be so scared when you see me gone
For preys exits to be eaten
Or to be saved for the later
But there's no way I would fall
Or be surprised at the unusual reaction of yours
Of seeing something terrible that leaves you behind
And then you beg for it, beg it more.
There's no torture that I sprite on
But identities can't be changed
Can't be practiced, can't be imagined
What do you rely on?  A ghost?
For all I cursed you for,
All I simply bribed you for
It's a bargain on my end
Those pile of coins I keep saving for.
And that now that I  pay you
For even hell suckers beneath
Like the gardens and it's fountains for the pleasable
The heaven is what I pay for
It can't be undone senor.
IS traitor a cheater too?
For some vows you take, turn me into another one
And I keep on training my heart to a no
To con a river heart of the saint as we'd go
To those gates
I'd be back soon.
And be gone by the light
Could you erase your memory of the sight
Of the way you felt
A paranormal.















Comments

  1. Atarax5 April 2021 at 10:32

    Oyi hoye hoye, some next level writer who ain't into mundane poetry. Keep going<3

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  2. Atarax5 April 2021 at 10:32

    Oyi hoye hoye, some next level writer who ain't into mundane poetry. Keep going<3

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