I Dreamt You God
In my nighttime cloth And my confused state And my tangled prayers I dream of talking to you Mr. Mrs. I think you might know my face I point your mouth out Within my nimbus nightmare Bloodless and drained I could call you "blue angel" A drug I lay to rest An addiction on my knees Remaining a golden haired princess Forgetting an abadonned priest Often I use your name Often I forget to pray Mr. Mrs. I think you might know my face In my breasts I am sin In my lips I am sin In my hands I am sin In your eyes I am sin Mr. Mrs. I think you might know my facehmm...i can't think of anything to say ... hehe Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 07:20 AM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"In my nighttime cloth..."