Morningstar

Oh Darling, how you prayed for me. How you begged; Lord, send me an angel! Someone to guide and walk beside me. Someone to have and to hold and to keep and to love. And so I came to you; arms wide open, beating heart in hand. An angel indeed, fealty on raw knees. A …

Prayers

I believe that the preacher man is trying to save my soul and if I was just a little bit better, a little quieter, a little less me, I would be safe from an eternity of torture and pain. I believe, because I am told to believe.