She was an arrow
the devil shot, laughing, at the sparrow
yeah but she was
a breathing tree once
so she missed its feathers
ripped in two against a tree trunk
she loves the devil
but never stopped dancing undisheviled
yeah cause he wants
unfeeling demons
folded in his fingers.
Instead you attest the real ones
but I am the deliverance of misfortune,
to deliver the blue love of hungry abortion
the skys hand shuts enveloping us in distortions;
you, the sinner, run through us from nothing to warn us
she is the soul and he twists it uncontrolled,
who gets the ghost if the ghost is us?
she sits alone and she sits with the dethroned,
who gets the soul if the soul is dust?
we will get the sun
she still forgets to run into it
we killed them for love
she killed your death because it's ruined
us
We love filming skins decay
Steel wasnt the skeletal song of razors across a jaw
because Illness Is a Face;
feel nothin but chemical balm, the nature of god is raw.
She Was Illnesses array
we loved peeling skin away from it.
She tucked silver into grey
weaknesses just wilted away
because illness is a face
IF BIRTH WAS A PALE DREAM
FEEDING US STEEL
BLEEDING FROM A HUMAN BEING,
WINTER WAS INHALING
SWEET STREAMS OF TEAL
LEAKING OF THE BLUEST FEELINGS.
SCISSORS CUT THE STALE SEAMS
REACHING FROM PEELED
SEEDLINGS UNDER USELESS EVENINGS
ILLNESS OF THE ANGEL MEAT,
SHE LEAVES SURREAL
BLEEDING UNDER MOONLIT CEILINGS
THE TILTED MISSHAPEN HEAD OF THE SUN
WAS WILTING IN ANCIENT STEMS UNDER US,
SOME KILLED IT WITH SACRED DEATH BUT THE BLOOD
COMES SPILLING WITH FADED RED WHERE NOTHING WAS.
THE ONLY SONG I NEVER NEEDED TO SING
WAS THE FEELING OF NOTHIN
BUT THERE WAS SOMETHIN SPILLIN FROM S
A FOLDING DAWNS SKY ENDED BETWEEN HER TEETH,
BUT THE WHEEL SPINS ABOVE THEM.
LOVE HER IN THE SUN SET, KILL ANYONE OTHERWISE
dont let me fill with bitter grey
pillars in the maze
that still hits the age of tomorrow
someone is singin in its dismal alone
Illness is a face
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