See the angels and their woes;
I am enhanced by the treachery of her beauty,
She gently plucks the strings from my soul
With delicate fingers;
Waning light
Diminishes
Softly.

Scorching fingertips smoulder the tip of
Tainted crust,
Flames devour burning aspiration;
Crippled skin –
Leave none but expectation,
Leave none but desire.

Dance with me in lighted sorrow
Fingering our lies,
With steel iron claws
That steadies wicked eyes.

Has anyone ever told you
That your eyes shimmer
In the moonlight?

And my mind can't seem to grasp the words of
Something that you said,
My blood is working fine but my
My heart is feeling

Dead.