Obituary of love.
They pine for the obituary of love in circles of secret untruths where lies buried memories in ribbons of incense.
Where the smells are pure and the girls are not.
Where the future’s bright but the predictions rot.
A circle of salt where she stretches her legs, breaking the power she screams and she begs.
Tears in her eyes from the men with their kegs.
Stale ale breath takes her back to the south where the men slapped real strong but were worse with their mouth.
She awakes to an angel of blonde long locks. “Come join us my dear spread your wings to our flock”
She rose and she landed like her body disbanded.
A soul for forgiveness like fate had just planned this.
They pine for the obituary of love in circles of secret untruths. Where lies bury memories in ribbons and incense.