• The angel
    she was beautiful
    pure feathers
    like dove
    eloquence
    like love.
    good
    and innocent
    in every aspect
    messenger
    of god
    reaper of fears.
    i am sorry
    to you
    for what i have done
    the world just
    isn't the same.
    thorn spiked vines
    climb from fire
    and latch on
    to the angel
    heart
    wrap around her
    legs
    each porcelain
    finger
    each white feather.
    taking her in
    smoking her out
    like weed
    i need the angel
    like a man needs
    his weed.
    vines pull her down
    strap her up
    reel her into
    and under
    the very earth
    she loved.
    beautiful blood
    is staining
    petite proud tears
    are draining
    but she will not cry
    she will not stoop
    not that anyone could hear her
    now.
    i am sorry
    dear angel
    but i do not regret.
    i need you
    i drink you
    you make me smile
    as you die.
    don't you see
    you are part of me.
    goodbye dear angel
    Forgive me
    for this
    Lust.