Draw me a bath,
Infinite in its fathoms
To drown me under
Til the blue becomes black
And nothing illuminates
It’s all still and cold.

Let time escape
Like air bubbles rising
Catching the surface
To pop with all my screaming
As peaceful tepid currents
Tumble through and wash.

Call upon me,
At the altar of your sorrows
And as your tears fall like raindrops
I’ll drink you within my tomb,
Until the day I can breach the surface
And be as you have begged for,
A gilded blade to puncture all that harms you,
It’s in my blood to obey.

So flood me like Atlantic,
Loudness fades to white static
Anything to get me to sleep…

She runs rampant,
Dancing with the demons,
While the angels
Flutter dauntless above.

A combination of both,
She is,
Filled with endless, burning love.

Eyes of flames,
That lick at the lips,
And a mouth,
Of sinful wit and smoke.

She has a laugh,
That draws lovers near,
And snakes to Eden.

And her tears,
Which shake the world,
And make Heaven itself cry.

She is perfect.

And she is a monster.

She is the fiery one,
With six, great wings
To hold her high above it all.

Enjoy the view,
But do not be fooled,
She is the fiery one,
With the deepest depths to fall.