Angel Of Small Death
I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths
Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be.
Looks like a strain to the arms it were open,
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me.
With her sweetened breath, & her tongue so mean
Shes the angel of small death & the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard & lean
Shes the angel of small death & the codeine scene
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I,
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.
Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fur tires,
Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet.
And lease this confusion, Ill wander the concrete,
Wonder if better now having survived.
Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat,
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth Im alive.
And lease this confusion, Ill wander the concrete,
Wonder if better now having survived.
Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat,
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth Im alive.