Cold blooded angel begging for death
Asking for a smile next to her bed.
Heavens gift with hells deliverey
Giving her property and broken bulbs
For a head thats alone with me.

When i speak to her
Or her wings, the thought goes.
If i had said what i wanted to properly
Nothing would of changed.
Id still be in the floors.
Hiding up,
to warm up my feelings
with cold metaphors.