Love Of Blood

When the darkness comes and the angel has turned to stone.
Will you close your eyes and wait for her dying breath as she crumbles down.
So in love with the dying moonlight.
Embrace the still of the heart as it eats the night. In helter skelter there is nothing left to fight.
I swallowed fire to kill what was never right.
So long ago.

The love of blood.
Tie off the knot.
The love of blood.

Blow this dust away to keep the memory at bay.
Her shattered face will be an insolent stain.
You let it wither without a trace, for the comfort that never takes her place.