Rojasova

My angel is terrible He just sits on the beach and looks at the ocean The water is clear But his mind is dirty He is just watching As the sky is burning My angel is terrible There are cuts on his wrists There's sand in his blood As it drips to the ground All red and sweet With the smell of his sin My angel is terrible He runs and hides away Whenever I call his name His soul is sick His love is weak He cannot bear it My angel is terrible He is twisted and depraved He is not worthy Of the halo he tugs at Nor of the silver feathers in his wings he plucks For he knows what he has done My angel is terrible He gave up before he was tired He g

A storm Maybe a planet collision Or a cleft in the tissue of something irrelevant Like universe In one of the many oceans On one of the many worlds He was telling his tale A being made of flames And I listened In a dream In the distance In the madness He heard me whispering Like a loyal warrior, he followed the silent calling At the sound of his footsteps They hid in the trees, the birds and the fears He alone – the entire legion Of blood and ash His war cry still echoing in my veins He spoke to me every night Of his secrets and his sins Of lies and delusions He spun the words from the dark And sent me letters sealed with nightmares Whe

It burns Sharpened fangs bite and pull The skin afire The gentle cloth of the body torn Amidst the pure and pale Neck Arms Thighs Breasts Ignited and scorching Mirroring the candles' flames In the darkened corners Veiled in spider web It pours Sweet and viscid Of the heart, nectar Of the body, wine To fill the abysses The deep scars Ugly and dark They lurk in her innocence Like a beast in the night Rage and terror mixing in their eyes Behold the divinity Of her arched back Where orchids are blooming As her entire being is curling Beneath his claws They crack The marble dreams The velum of illusions Before the rosy eyes of a child Gently touc

Just yesterday she was a child Hugging her teddy as she was falling asleep Today she opened her eyes and the world turned to her saying How she needs to grow How she needs to learn How she needs to behave What she needs to do So she puts her toys aside and gets off the bed Puts her heels on and walks out of the room Her dolls whisper goodbye as she stumbles into the world And all is glitter all is gold And her skirt is short and the wind is cold And there are roses and letters And there are tears and fears And there are rules, but no guidelines And there are rude tongues and false kindness From strangers and friends From lovers and people on