The Angel I FeedA Poem by SLOVA
His Hunger is constant
and I have so little to give The Angel I feed is thirsty and I have so little to give I could give my Body I could give my Heart but this Angel is so hungry he's tearing my Flesh apart His Hands are twisted and they point out at me He wants me Skin and I have so little to give He is so hungry and I have so little give He is so thirsty and I have so little to give
The Angel I feed feeds from me and I have so little to give © 2015 SLOVA |
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