You’ll dream yourself into the arms of the angels

It’s going to hit like a kiss on your wind dry lips
Her blood traced red webs in the water
But now’s not the time for dragging up the past
You push the heedless needle in

You’ll dream yourself into the arms of the angels
That watch over you as you sleep
High enough to see heaven, you saw God’s face
In the sulphur glow of streetlights

“I’m sorry, I can’t” lipsticked scarlet on the mirror
Rose pink water on the bathroom floor
An hour between your last kiss and your first hit
You pushed the heedless needle in

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