saint-azrael

Maria As you lay there with the blood soaking through the floorboards, You roll over, Throw up a little, It’s alright; I needed new shoes anyway, And I stand you up, Tape up your wrists, Wash off your face, Clean up your clothes, And you just look at me, And smile that smile, You know the one, The one where all I can see are your eyes, Those beautiful blue eyes, And I ask you “Why would you do this to yourself?” And you open your mouth and you say… “Angels baby, it’s the god dam angels”, And you walk out to face the world.