Tuesday 26 March 2019

Hung like Hell

A howl that heals
The wounded
A shriek
Rebuilds the church
Sanctify the altar
With scent of bud
And birch
Open palms
Making fists
Make me hard
Love insists
With my sisters
There's nothing I regret
The wraiths all wanna fuck me
But they ain’t met me yet
See, I had a dream of seven
She tolls
A distant bell
I might climb to heaven
But you know I'm hung
Like hell

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