Headfirst for Halos

[theactofdying]

clear water, dark intentions
cement shoes, the fashion will kill you.
would you die for me?
would you bash your head against the glass windows
if it meant head first for halos?
the chords of your guitar;
strum me invisible,
call me transparent,
call me empty and beautiful
cinnamon, honey,
shut your mouth and sew it with the sounds of a broken piano.