Angel Whore by crumpled_sheets A red rose for Satan's whore... I need a god to satisfy me I look for them everywhere And always find them My basic criteria is Can you make me crawl? Because if you can't I have been known To rip men to shreds For trying and failing I think I am an angel Another angel is not Satisfying enough for me I need a god to satisfy The ache inside my joints I need to crawl Like a whipped dog And pick your flower Off the floor The star of the morning Fell from heaven I followed To catch him I wanted him for myself He was so lovely to look at And my wings are never long enough For me They said he could devour me That didn't bother me I like to make love To hungry men You need to see your bones Sometimes There are little gods everywhere I know them all by name And by scent Known them all carnally Without a shame It is a genuine pleasure To feel their pain Love doesn't feel very good to me I think that is what's wrong with me I think I would rather feel the sting Of a slap Than feel the brush Of a kiss against my cheek But I am good at what I do I have never doubted myself Nor have the little gods around me They feel the need To pluck out the Feathers in my wings And throw my halo on the floor A red rose for Satan's Whore.