wicked thorns on wicked wings
they fly and pierce the sky
the gashes open wide
the liquid life
pours
out

blessed words from blessed tongues
they soar and mend the wounds
the holes close up
the simple strife
floats
away

when we leak the color red
we feel alive although we’re quick to die
when the truth is spilled right
we know our pride and we’re ready to die

last meals, first truths
last loves in kissing booths
the world you need to get to is inside
godspeed and goodnight