Angels
Snow of White Snow cold floats down,porcelain Angel found resting on the ground,
moonlights washes the Angel in her velvet gown.
Resting Angel disturbed from frozen sleep,
now walks the land in one swift leap,
descending on victims warm blood soon shall seap,
with passion she claims them one kiss she needs,
fire fills her pleasure commands her as she feasts.
The Angel is plagued by the Devil in her head,
Angel alive or in the land of dead,
body rancid and heavy full of lead,
tears turn her eyes from Blue to Red,
these voids now rain blood instead.
Snow of White bathed with blood pooling on the ground,
wind whispers silence screams with no sound,
immortal life is where Angels are bound,
frozen left resting beneath Angels are found.
One drop warm an Red is all required,
till Angels satisfy thier innocent desires,
wach the night explode into fire,
as the full Moon draws nigher.
World asleep wait till Sun and Moon wed,
as Angels still roam not time for bed,
hearts beware Angels have not fed,
they are immortal not alive nor dead.
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