To suck this blackness from my head
Darkly so we often call the dead
Through glittered tears licked off fingertips
Eating friendship's blood from blooming lips
Listen, swallowing Lucifer's feathers
Fugitive angels strapped in black leather
Rise in me again, my friend
This pain is a pleasure that will never end
If you adore the rose, don't neglect the thorn
Every halo hides behind it any kind of horn
Master, my master, I murdered your slave
Just because she was yours didn't mean she was brave
Now I assume your worship, and pacify this altar
And alongside, crucified, may your blessings never falter,
Would you die in rhythms dark, knee deep in the grave?
As long as it was next to me--the one you'll never save.
Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1998
Reason for writing:
About a former relationship of mine. He saw me as a wide-eyed innocent child. I tried to explain to him the truth--every halo hides behind it any kind of horn.
Birth sign: Not entered
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