Don't lock the doors my child
nor the windows tonight
I like to watch you sleep
Drown you deep
Under your bed,
my private revelry
your Tears and Fears,
I wear as jewelry
Your angel is dead
In your head,
I pull the strings that make you cry
make you scream 'till your mouth runs dry
Smother your lips with my lies
Creating a wound
To feed the flies
I am your beautiful monster
creeping into your skin
in your slumber
I'll keep you safe in this nightmare.



-Your Angel Is Dead, Margaret Austin Go