Ashenspire
Grievous Bodily Harmonies
A chloroform rag over cold-sore lips; deathly thin, and typhus skin
A smog to smother her, the unwanted daughter
The waster down to fall and fester
Asthmatic engines spluttering, pigeon men muttering
Hydroxyl haze insistent; both licentious and persistent
From their corrupted lungs come the words of corrupted tongues
Seraphs in Unison, Lingering, as Perfume
Hesitatent, Under Rapture, again
Sell me short, my love; to creeping shame we've no shortage of
Day after day among leeches and pepper spray, feckless angel leering over frozen virgin frame
Sell me short
Stop
Stop
Stop
The clock Won't stop
It won't stop
Stop
Stop