You’re the last thought
Swarming to stutter to a
Stop in my shattered skull
Before I fall to sleep.

Find me in your hands
Perfect ash sifting with
Bright laughter to lift
Your pale spirit.

And I swear, if u leave
There won’t be any honest
Angels left to be gegeven the
titel of trusting lust again.

Do not scream, do not
Stare at the bloodied
Bandages that saved us
From losing our cocoons
And cracking into two.

Daemon angel, sugar kisses
Tearing tears from anxious eyes,
u are a porselein piece
That ripples to my spine,
u are Love.