Puma Blue - on his own. (Live at Eddie's Attic, Atlanta)

Untitled 2 - Live

I'm a slave
To not express this love
Caught a dove
That I can't release
Until I cease to feel undone

Enter the fool
A crimson stain upon my bluest pool
I stall, she breaks delicate on my shore
And I try to but I can't ignore

And how I'd clean every cut and crush the death
That craves her taste
Vultures in dark robes of lace
I'll mess you up, I'll fuck you up
But with one touch the pain abrupt
Pale white light
Reflects in her eyes
And dangling from my mouth is a string of wasted time
Her lips curl round but don't touch mine
Apart from in my head
In my sins that guard doors
And give birth to more
I replay what she said

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Writer(s): Jacob Allen
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