Thorny mission,
Sent from below, sent from above,
Trapped in a vile of stepping stones.
Hop not once, but twice, to free from the deceived carcass,
Fall asleep, sweet angel, your time wasted will be lost.

Follow…..
This line,
This time,
For sure?
Guarantees, securities, are they of apprehension?

Breath now, sweet angel.
Mistrust has executed those prior to you.
With just a tight rope, and the curling sounds of moping,
And you always ask, what have you been smoking?

Tell me again, sweet angel
Why the days turn into nights?
The hours seem to stick like fly paper in the cemeteries only light?

“I have no resolutions,
only questions unanswered,
My angel with clipped wings. “

Darkness falling around the dancing harlot
Not a match to light the way, acid rain, wallow in pity and rage
Depression mixed with sage and rosemary pearls of pain.
How I loath the mere taste of you, my sweet angel.

Tickle the lips with powder so white, it makes snow look tame
Shovel out the ditch, crawl in after the wind settles the mane
Goosebumps my sweet angel, You will see me not, shed one tear.
And in the darkness, where the harlot died, she spoke of this,
To savor the shame, with her last breath
“It will always be the same, the beginning of the end.”