Your wicked wings
Powdered and delicate
They brush and beat the light
They rush to meet the light
Court flame, catch fire
And light up the endless night
Foolish love of light
You could be free
Even in endless night
These wicked wings
Beat me down
These wicked wings
These wicked wings
Should be ripped
from such foolish things
And stitched to my spine
With golden string
These wicked wings
And you who feed on sugar
And you who feed on filth
And you the one that summer brings
I’ll tear you all from your wicked wings
These bricks
Build only towers of despair
This dark has grown me fair
And this cold water will not drown
These vermin do not speak
No they never make a sound
As spiders conspire
In webs made of wire
The crickets sing sweetly
And stab with a memory
Of unfettered sleep
Of a bed that don’t laugh
And a warmth that don’t weep
These wicked wings
Should be torn
From such foolish things
And stitched to my soul with cobalt string
These wicked wings
Should be torn from my dreams
These wicked wings
The root of all my screams
These wicked wings
Dusted and delicate
Flicker round my head
Will these wicked wings
Carry me off when I’m dead
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