Blush in a shade of bruise
leaving trails on collars and bones.
"Siren, siren
Body language me.
Concave me in wrong angles.
Sift through my sand and prospector me."
Every man wants to be saved by an angel
but heaven's just a mirror of hell.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
Blush in a shade of bruise
leaving trails on collars and bones.
"Siren, siren
Body language me.
Concave me in wrong angles.
Sift through my sand and prospector me."
Every man wants to be saved by an angel
but heaven's just a mirror of hell.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2013
