Atomic Bombs and Prayers for world peace

[cageriley]

a bomb
so crude
so disappointing

my love is that thing
in your arms

so limp
so destructive

So I hold your hands
and wade in the fire

like true angels
stretch your wings
and scream.

We're melting
We're hoping
that we make it to
silence.

Got a bag
Got a engine that hums
and my mind is
stuck in drive.