12-04-2012, 09:56 PM
Sinister lips, intoxicated by the scents,
a brash and sexual crime.
Soaking free and far from firmament,
a passion at her prime.
She lights a purple flame,
Angelica’s saint, shaken from grace.
Clinging tightly to sin-smeared innocence,
and an everlasting place.
Falling, degradation,
to the core of fervent faith.
Hiding from the bitter winds,
of the Lord’s indignant breath.
Searching for forgiveness,
on tarnished wood grain pews.
The father keeps her warm at night,
many nights outweigh the few.
a brash and sexual crime.
Soaking free and far from firmament,
a passion at her prime.
She lights a purple flame,
Angelica’s saint, shaken from grace.
Clinging tightly to sin-smeared innocence,
and an everlasting place.
Falling, degradation,
to the core of fervent faith.
Hiding from the bitter winds,
of the Lord’s indignant breath.
Searching for forgiveness,
on tarnished wood grain pews.
The father keeps her warm at night,
many nights outweigh the few.