While the Animals Were Sleeping

His love was above the pain from the stained glass and aftermath of abuse he cradled me while disabling reasons he'd say shhhhhhhh the animals love you. and if you stop crying they'll come and sing to us I inhaled his breath and believed that if I breathe invitation i'd hear the wild wolves howl while they prowled around us.. He said.. it's not us they hunger they seek the thunder under the same sins and stars.. I felt special and for just a few minutes felt the devils arms around me.. I believe that the rain washes us clean. then one day early too early jesse was alone the animals were sleeping.. as it rained he blamed himself for the health of a sick earth... got the bible and his gun closed his eyes and sung to god. as we scurried the floor to gather his brains and tried piecing his head back together i sat back against the wall and tasted the blood of an angel... my finger still lingers the scent...