Every Thursday My Angel Comes

He Knocks On The Door Of Fate

Though Everything Inside Him Screams

He Prostitutes Himself For Me

And His Humiliation Wraps Itself Around Me

With Protective Incantations

So I Don't Have To Pray



The World Is Laid Open For Me

I'm The Lightness I'm The Dream

I'm The Little Toe Of Your Foot

The Great Of The World Serve Me

My Forehead Is Free Of Worry And My Body's Pure

In My White Dress String Of Amber

My Shoes Are Made Of Moss



Nothing Disturbes Me In My Merrment

The Only Story Is Of I



Yesterday Angel Said No

A Dark Star Is Over My Head

My Old Face Is Wrinkled And Cracked

Scary Is My Shaking Hand

Fruit Of Fear Cracks Inside Of Me

I Start To Prey Again

Feet Are Bleeding

I'm The Dirt From Under Your Nail



And I Prey To Be Invisible

My Angel Left Me Yesterday