Angel Song

Lay down your pain and insecurities at my feet. Curl up in a ball and reclaim your place. I apologize for apologizing I suffer in defeat. My life is a playlist; shuffle and repeat. I feel your warmth and smell your pain. Your silent in your breathing, heartbeat drowns out the rain. My mind is lost to open thoughts. I sigh and run my tongue across the roof of my mouth. It feels like a small rib cage. Flies are dancing as my demons sing. The Queen she flutters, produces a ring. She shows me her breasts, I can see the blood coursing through her veins. I pulled her wings so she too can lay beside me. Her eyes are purple and red, her makeup runs. She tells me a story, a sort of vision. The future is make believe, this life a subtle prison. She tells me my love is one-sided and fake. Used for shelter, showers and toilet paper. I release the hold, her story is well rounded. She left her shoes in a bando, she still sings her silent scream. She grabs my hand- this feels all too much like a dream. My love is gone says the Queen. Sold her soul; she smiles and wipes away a tear. Then disappears ... ... alone again with all my fears.