A Lover out of control

Minx was my early morning
blue melancholy barbiturate
Lana Del Rey suicide attempt
that wouldn't sing something nice

grey cloud of cigarettes after sex
sightseer through stab victims
he ate her flesh
hanging nude half off the bed

yellow dress lying on the floor
spilled blood did not deter us
as breathing shallowed
nor the voice of reason

and so they ask how we Demons get our wings