From one jesus to another napalm can be a treat. Religion is only cold comfort 'cos judas iscariot was a cheat. Bullet holes in my mirror and a minefield across my floor.
A sheer moon. Bless her silken heart. Waiting for the stars to come out and shine. Head in the clouds. And she kisses the sky. Trick or treat on the tip of her tongue.
Can't stand the light, it hurts my eyes. And it comes as no surprise to find. A broken heart has no reprieve. In all the things we leave behind. . I won't forsake you.