Wicked Habits
I fear my wicked habits
That leave my soul a wreck
Fear breeds reckless anger
I break my habit’s neck
Oh! Sweet victory and glory
I’ve won my right to gloat
‘till habit sneaks beside me
And slits my haughty throat
Angel’s Love
An angel’s love is nothing
If it’s unconditional
To be as lovedÂ
As Satan’s shit
Is apparitional
Dance of the Real
I celebrate the comic laughter
And the cosmic hangover
The forbidding day after
And the pain that wakes me up to the real
I inhale the icy air
And the fearless and fearful breath
The joyous scare
And the dance that wakes me up to the real
Babies
At midnight they begin their war
Like a rabid cat she struggles
By dawn the victor slays his whore
So peaceful are the snuggles
Pour the poison down my throat
Watch me shiver and die
Bury and upon my corpse
A tree will pierce the sky
Night turns to day, from rape comes child
And frowns birth wicked grins
All the beauty and the truth
Descend from violent sins
