Red on Yellow Will kill an Angel

In the rarest quiet of my mind I think about you sweet Angel love... the maelstrom of users and abusers that splashed your wings with blood. Smeared coal dust under your pretty sad eyes rusted out the final diamond of your life. They say, your mind yearns to stray as you loyally drag it from the fire to save it from the serpents the hiss of their red and yellow lies. It's often said there's no escaping a past pocked with sinkholes filled with quicksand and glass . what of the future, that psychedelic maze with the slanted floors under thins veil of haze.. Juggling blowtorch pins with stained glass faith hoping to keep the soul bow a single gull note above the dorsal fin waves.