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 disowned in some frozen devotion,
no more alone or myself could I be.
Looks like a strain to the arms that were open,
no shortage of sordid, no protest from me.
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With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and 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 fertile
It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
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At least this confusion, I'll wander the concrete.
Wonder if better now having survived.
Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat the sweet heat
of her breath in my mouth I'm alive
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