Nickel angel show your pastel face,
bundle me in your warm embrace,
soft and sweet melting the cast off sleet,
you strive to be alive again.
Dance the dance of ages,
your lips form a smirk,
your bible’s lost it’s pages,
and in my back sticks a dirk.
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
life was to have clarity,
in the shadows we walk along,
joined hand and hand in conformity.
Nickel angel do you still have any worth?
you weren’t meant for this Earth…