Hells Angel

Crimson diamonds are amassed, When she causes my wrist to bleed, And overflow on her dusk bed. Overflow and evermore, Overflowing like a violet dress, On her silken skin, on her fractured skin, Paled beyond death’s likeness Can you place these ragged puzzles, Pieces of hers together, And form the picture that Wait beneath its covers. And Form the picture that Await beneath its covers. Beneath its covers, The portrait of hell angels lies, Awaiting for soothing hand, And ravaged soul to assemble her to perfection. Awaiting for a soothing hand, Awaiting for a ravaged soul, Like yours.