Blinking

Of sun and moon and star to crest I never felt that I was blessed I love to sleep inside the mess Maybe the devil wore a dress Should I behave inside the cave With morals to deny the crave I mate the fate I can not shave And thus my bliss becomes her slave A clock work orange where seconds burn Out and about nowhere to turn After the hour my flesh will burn For minutes 'til I'm in the urn Pretending...living in denial Only known for a little while Forsaken by a precious smile My lust shall thrust something most vile I love to sleep inside the mess Maybe the devil wore a dress Of sun and moon and star to crest I never felt that I was blessed