Sweaty Angel

Dripping wet, her hand is delicate

Hands are shaking and her screams are thin

She’s got your eyes in a tightened vise

Another step, too precise

She’s my sweaty angel

Wild eyes like she’s been possessed

Dark screams like a demoness

Black boots and a floral dress

Hair is crazy and her makeup’s a mess

She’s in the gutter with the rotting mice

Nothing happens, it happens twice

She’s unstable and a little insane

A fallen angel with a problematic brain