Naked angel...

I knew peace when I killed,
when I heard that terrible rhythme of her heart beat,
like the interview with a vampire,
I knew she missed me again,
in the silence,
she missed the blood in my veins.

A naked angel on your back,
how cruel could you be to yourself?
now,
there are black wings on your back,
you had your white fangs on my neck.
Yet you spared me..
that naked angel on my lap.

Dried lips and a dead tongue,
I speak ancient language,
like a mummy from the pryamids,
we are made in the stars,
made to go far...
wonder further,
called from abscurity,
called by name,
I would like to think if this is an evil,
then it is properly documented for assessment.
so I can make an arrangement,
contest in an engagement,
a fight to the death,
an end to the myth.
of my naked angel...

So I shall persist in this rudeness,
grow some spine,
speak what is mine,
invest in some wine,
taste these grapes from the vine,
spitting out the dying,
and sipping in all the life...
before my naked angel..
comes to rid the world of me...
reduce man's misery,
for a beautiful write...
killed angels from the sky,
with how to make words fly..
Only one knows how I die.
A naked angel on the back,
an inscription made in felt...
pen with black ink.
How cruel can I be to myself?
in my dying moments on her lap...