The Furrow

torn between the two angels
but one of them is the angel in disguise
found out why they fight; trying to gain my time
I know who disguise and I chose to follow him
so long my sweet angel, I will come back to you in a few hours
after I tremble on the horrors I see, the bloods I spill
the heads I eat, and rape my mind with the deceit

I will come to you my angel, swear by my blood, I will come to you
I will come to you my angel, even If the stains on my brain are opaque and don't fade, I will come to you
I will come to you my angel, even If I have to lie to him, I will come to you
then you will be my antidote, clearing the water; transparent
swarming it with your innocence, my sins being lifted
I will come to you my angel, don't forget me, I will come to you
then we will fly away, my head buried under your warm feathery wings
the wind crawling under our skin
the sun's lava dripping, showing us the way to exist
I will come to you my angle, don't forget I exist.