by Hot Lizard Boy

Your voice, so soft, so true
I reach for you through the rubble and tarnished emptiness of my world
A ravaged world of cold devils and hot rages
A blighted world of cold beds and hot desires
You sing with words I cannot understand
An angel's song
Neither good nor bad of your own choosing
Driven by your own saintliness
The nature of purity, blinding beams of maidenly innocence
Do you weep in your bed alone at night
And curse your fate
And wish you could touch me in places that will set you ablaze?

Copyright 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy

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