Bela Lugosi
Date: Tuesday, 8th November 2016 @ 09:22:05 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: duff
Dark corners are coming alive
Her apartment is awake tonight
Fingertips walking up the spine
Turn around no one in the light
The floor freezing feet are blue
Body’s cold the sweater is new
The Bauhaus record plays along
Heartbeat pounding to the song
Room to room like a private eye
One two three empty closet sigh
Pockets vacant no phone nearby
Shoes by the door are not hers
There’s a silhouette by the fern
A cape stands a cigarette burns
His porcelain face made of hurt
Bela Lugosi is awake tonight
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