angels dance and angels die.
first they waltz and then they fry.
carried out by a single lie.
don't ever doubt their love.

blind men sing and blind men fall.
first they hum and then they crawl.
reaching down that endless hall.
just like a screaming dove.

cats will hiss and cats will moan.
before they pounce they go prone.
ripping the flesh to the bone.
don't stare into their eyes.

babies cry and babies sleep.
before they dream they will weep.
observing the world as a creep.
born from the angel's sighs.

lovers fight and lovers meet.
first they scream then cuddle feet.
dripping sweat from coalesced heat.
watch them taste their death.

fathers grew and fathers lied.
even as they rose, they, too, cried.
searching for a place to hide.
always short of breath.

poets stare and poets croon.
first they see and then they swoon.
forever crying for the moon.
hugging a screaming dove.

angels dance and angels die.
first they waltz and then they fry.
bearing a baby with their last sigh.
don't ever doubt their love.