even the angels are sinning
in a bar, and to bring her home just might
be that something i’m in need of.
i feel like all i bleed is love.
the beers aren’t always cold, some warm and stale,
but her heart is always cold and stale,
and the cigarette smoker’s wife
loves when he chokes her at night.
what a world we live in;
even the angels are sinning.
Luka.