Holy heretic honey,

You are not a god-killer
You are a god
and I, a god-lover

Your angel

Bite me, orchid lady
Adorn me with glass feathers
and educate me to crimson
**** me with my own
obedience

Take my first kiss with your rose lips
I'll sit through purgatory with you
Sin in both our mouths that we'll hide from God

Not that he's looking

Cold roses pressed against my lips
warm blood in my palms as i squeeze
Kiss me please and turn to ice with me
we'll be a holy statue

Dad often brings seeds and bulbs down to the basement
I once asked why and he told me about the heavenly garden down below,
graced by an angel he met years ago

He said it all would wither if talked about

Drinking perfume in the night
with my lover
He's not real, not here
he wants me to join him
I pray the fumes will soon
end me here and
bring me there

You're a fool, you know
Painting your pills red and
saying they give you the ultimate knowledge