Wheez
03/05/06, 11:10 AM
Memento mori, sweet angel.
The men downstairs, outside, are wearing red and digging graves. Shovels reaching into the ground, dancing beneath the macabre twilight.
Up the street a terrified man is falling to his knees; his arms lynched behind his back and his eyes looking towards the sky. He needs you.
At night these streets are infested with a sickly beast. The air pollutes itself, and the children die.
They needed you out there, but now you’re mine. Lovely angel, I hate to do this, but this world will not allow regret.
Guide my mouth upon your lips. Let my body be forgiven, this is their fault.
The men downstairs, outside, are wearing red and digging graves. Shovels reaching into the ground, dancing beneath the macabre twilight.
Up the street a terrified man is falling to his knees; his arms lynched behind his back and his eyes looking towards the sky. He needs you.
At night these streets are infested with a sickly beast. The air pollutes itself, and the children die.
They needed you out there, but now you’re mine. Lovely angel, I hate to do this, but this world will not allow regret.
Guide my mouth upon your lips. Let my body be forgiven, this is their fault.