i want to be your plastic angel
mold me, twist me, break my spine
pick at my wings when you're angry
every little feather is a sin i won't cry
cherry stains cover the mattress
mold blossoms on the underside
my hair is rotting on the floor
all my dreams have turned to dust
christ gazes at me upside down from the wall
and mary cries tears of cum
a piss and copper perfumed heaven
made of putrid lullabies
please, lord, i beg you
tighten the rosary past my head
i wanna hang there just like you
not by my wrists, but by my neck
















