Made me hold my breath,
this siren song that won't last long,
so love myself to death,
this rocky shore I can't ignore,

so pretty and sick,
said the candle to the wick,
so burn me down,
upon the ground,
all puddled wax,
and heart attacks,

life could be anything you want,
or just another house to haunt,

pretty soon the taste,
of beauty gone to waste,
sweet enough to like it rough,
the stabbing vein,
the church of pain,

God knows I've been there all my life,
if God knows anything at all,

if God knows anything at all,

Please don't hurt yourself,
(who are you to tell me what to do?)
Please don't hurt yourself,
(who are you to tell me what to do?)

so let them eat cake,
wishing bones must  break,
still I keep myself to myself,
a paragon of mental health,

alone, but the heart as ever strays,
someone must become the latest craze.

Phantom Stranger

relapse,
relapse of the Angel,
saw her on the thirsty shore,

my willpower could be firmer,
cause my heart will start to murmur,
there's a lesson in the longing,
that has gone on for so long,

all the stolen glances,
but I've used up all my chances,
so I wallow and I swallow,
and I bury it in song,

clock has started feeding,
with it's black hands always pointing,
but other than the needing,
there's nothing at all,
that's really there it's just,

10 years in and counting,
since I was a point of interest,
muscle memory mounting,
and I'm oh so weak,
weak in the dream it seems,

relapse,
relapse of the Angel,
sweet twigs blowing in the wind,

AWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

this decaying body,
always reaching out for something, 
but there's no higher connection,
between me and her,
nothing at all I'm sure,

mutton button, pause it,
til they lock me in the closet,
I'm never coming out now,
I'm a moot point,
I don't even own a bed,

relapse of the Angel,
relapse of the Angel,

texted me a 3:30 in the morning,
to send me a love song without any warning,
said she's trying to learn to play it,
aren't we all though?
here where the words don't rhyme,

I must admit I was completely smitten,
scared her away with a song I had written,
love is such a savage beauty,
doesn't always colour between the lines,

Relapse Of The Angel

So I've been thinking. Like, a heart turned upside down looks like a bum. Right? A bum drop. Can you even imagine? If it was raining bum drops?

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