Dead Like Me

On Top of the World,
At the Edge of the Sky,
Is a wonderful place
Where the Angels reside.
Don't get me wrong,
for a Heaven it's not.
Simply a Haven,
where wings can be got.
Up in this Haven,
Full of magyk and light,
Is a small part of town,
that isn't quite right.
In it are beings,
and like angels They've wings,
but do not be fooled:
These are the dangerous things.
They'll kiss and they'll hold you,
your intrest they'll trap,
They'll hug and infold you,
spend the night in thier lap.
The sunlight reveals them for thier true selves,
You see
you're where the wild things dwell.
Frightened now,
trapped in his arms.
Scared to death,
trapped close to harm.
An icarus is he,
tasting your neck so lovingly.
Throw bck you head in ecstacy,
and wonder "What you'll do with me?"
"Just hold still,
I'll let you be
what I want to want,
That I love to need."
His lips curved in a dainty smile
he's left you alive,
at least fo a while.
Staring up through hooded eyes,
You wonder why
Exactly why
Why am I not dead?
"You'll never know pain,
unless you're dead like me.
But you'll never know death,
you'll be dead you see.
On Top of the World,
At the Edge of the Sky,
in this wounderous place,
Where the angels can die."