Killer On the Dance Floor

His shoulders are tense
Because his angel wings
Are weighing him down
He no longer fly's
As he is collecting the
Broken pieces where his
Love lies bleating
There's no mutual need or
Equal risk to the music
In the blood of watchers
Burning in the fires behind him
He's been exhausting all poisons
Out of frame as he becomes
A killer beyond revolution
Always beginning terrors
But never succeeding
Among tyrants
He's less than certain
Of the mortal world
And the disorders inside himself
Connecting him to the brutish
Truth of the governing machine
And his shifting sense of place
In the realms of the unreal
Where nothing is shocking

Sometimes it's hard to look at
You because the light an
Angel gives off can be quite
Blinding



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Huddlestone
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