I can touch the sun at night,
In my little room, underground.
I can feel the stars kiss my face,
While my spirit enters the void.
I am angel in the dark, when I
Leave the flesh, the crooked heart.
I am angel in the night, when I
Leave sex and desire to the damned.
I am a spirit, untethered, without skin,
And I can whisper the lights seeds
Into the sleeping dreams of those
That can still fight The Red Dragon.
I can be pure and holy, when I leave
All this skin and it’s evil and cruelty.
I can be pure and holy in the sky
And spread love and tenderness in starlight.
In my little room, underground,
I can spread my angels wings,
Cut away sin and death and lust,
To be kissed on the cheek, by holy stars.