Published On Aug 20, 2020
I watch the work of mykin bold and boyful
Toying somewherebetween love and abuse
Calling to join them thewretched and joyful
Shaking the wings oftheir terrible youths
Freshly dissolved insome frozen devotion
No more alone or myselfcould I be
Looks like a strain to thearms it were open
No shortage of sordid,
No protest from me
With her sweetenedbreath, and her tongueso mean
She's the angel of smalldeath and the codeinescene
With her straw-blondehair, her arms hard andlean
She's the angel of smalldeath and the codeinescene
Feeling more human
And hooked on her fleshI
Lay my heart down withthe rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields,
All feeder and fertile
It’s bloody and raw,
But I swear it is sweet
With her sweetenedbreath, and her tongueso mean
She's the angel of smalldeath and the codeinescene
With her straw-blondehair, her arms hard andlean
She's the angel of smalldeath and the codeinescene
And lease thisconfusion, I'll wander theconcrete
Wonder if better nowhaving survived
Jarring of judgement
And reasons defeat
The sweet heat of herbreath in my mouth
I'm alive
With her sweetenedbreath, and her tongueso mean
She's the angel of smalldeath and the codeinescene
With her straw-blondehair, her arms hard andlean
She's the angel of smalldeath and the codeinescene