the demon dies and the angel cries, for laughing would be cruel

remember. remember the warmth. smile and remember the softness, the closness. Breath deep and remember the warmth of kiss, the softness of cheek, the closness of hands.

smile.

you see them there dancing. they beckon you to join, but you cant. you cant tear your eyes away, away from them. you cant get up and dance that way. you sit. you watch. you can see them there swaying and smiling. you can see me.

smile.

and saints and pilgrims and nymphs and demonds and angels and clowns, they watch. and i can see. and they allwatch me. and the saints move on pilgrimages and the demonds dance like sprites and they angles wear a nose, not unlike a clown. and you see these things and you only see me. and you dont understand. a sin? a smile? a devil? a smile?

smile.

close your eyes, a see me now. you see me and i dance and you see me. you can see me smile wickedly and you see me pray and beg for more. close your eyes and smile and see me walk away.

smile

and yo can feel the warth and you can taste the soft and you can love the closness and you watch the demons dance with angels and laugh like a clown and you can see the saints walking with the prilgrim and you cannot tell which is which. and you close your eyes and you breath deep and the memories fire, rhythms fall slow.

smile