It's always darkest before dawn by StarryMary, literature
Literature
It's always darkest before dawn
Black trash has died before he was even buried
Sitting next to scarf wearing girls on the bus
But no one can hear the padded rhythm of his shoes before stepping into the devils den
Roses in the devils garden I tell you,
Roses in the devils garden
I used to tell him
What is your name because,
Angels who I have known climbed high and never came back down
So I left them there
In the sweetness so cold
And they stay there sedated
So will you pray for me, for them, for all
Because you have electricity in your soul
And it could have a chance to come out play
For once before concrete deposition
And he says to me
Who the fuck are you to say
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May the moon shine bright above by StarryMary, literature
Literature
May the moon shine bright above
Red Rover,
Calling you over,
to breathe sweet monoxide to my lungs
leave me black and dead
in a cold alley's gutter
so I can spark up little purity
to prostitutes and pimps
junkies with lips locked around run-away's
that pause to pay hesitant respect
I will return to you again by StarryMary, literature
Literature
I will return to you again
What if I told you, there is a shattered looking glass.
Where everything you know is flipped upside down.
Scars from past lovers have healed.
And you get to die an easy death.