Making Love To An Angel
I lay asleep in fields of dreams
Waiting for her to make her scream
I felt a chill across my spine
She entered the room of her divine
My eyes still closed she rubbed my back
I felt her nails though as a tack
Compress my pain into her chest
Releasing my undying stress
Her feathers draped along my legs
As she climbed on my lonely bed
For it was vacant only for her
As the angel of darkness now my cure
Her soft lips so tenderly
Caressed my back in ecstasy
The feeling she instilled in me
Was that of pureness and vanity
As she sprawled out as a porcelain doll
I felt the warmth turn into cold
Her nails grew long and sunk so bold
Straight to my heart removing my soul
Her feathers grew black when my life entered her
Her eyes so true now dark as she tears
Me limb from limb and devours my pride
I must die now as the Angel is alive
She lives off souls so desperately
Seeking love they turn and wait for greed
To find the one so sooth their soul
While removing the passion God only knows
The love from her was long over due
Her kiss was pure until she saw my truth
Devour me please and release my kind
As the Angel of Death made love to my mind
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