Making Love To An Angel

I lay asleep in fields of dreams Waiting for her to make her scream I felt a chill across my spine She entered the room of her divine My eyes still closed she rubbed my back I felt her nails though as a tack Compress my pain into her chest Releasing my undying stress Her feathers draped along my legs As she climbed on my lonely bed For it was vacant only for her As the angel of darkness now my cure Her soft lips so tenderly Caressed my back in ecstasy The feeling she instilled in me Was that of pureness and vanity As she sprawled out as a porcelain doll I felt the warmth turn into cold Her nails grew long and sunk so bold Straight to my heart removing my soul Her feathers grew black when my life entered her Her eyes so true now dark as she tears Me limb from limb and devours my pride I must die now as the Angel is alive She lives off souls so desperately Seeking love they turn and wait for greed To find the one so sooth their soul While removing the passion God only knows The love from her was long over due Her kiss was pure until she saw my truth Devour me please and release my kind As the Angel of Death made love to my mind