Purple Lights

Soulmates in soda shops and bunkers
Blood on their
spurs

All is damp
The creature has a muddy hole
Just finger until you
find a soul
Lick your lips and taste your ash

First dates with shriveled
flesh and zombies
Blood on their knees

All is damp
The creature has a
muddy hole
Just finger until you find a soul
Lick your lips and taste your
ash

Arm your wooden teeth
Split the cherry gown
Pay for purple
malts
With nickel underground
Wives with etched on stars
Haunting country
sides
Rocket's red glare
Searing butterflies

Harbors fill
With bloodied
fur and tea barrels
Probe the scabs all night
Abductees in purple light