Wash away with sins and doubt what lost and fair to me.

With swollen eyes and bitter tears you find it hard to see.

But keep close my heart for feathered foes as angles are the worst.

As demon wings and broken teeth bring about your curse.

Wash broken hands and callused hearts from a chest I once called home.

Wander aimlessly and miserably the woods for your dreams.

Brush with loves and death who life has kept and torn me at the seems.

As demons wings and vile things stop you before the streams.

Wash softly and begrudingly what you fear away.

Walk through the water of blood and hope your savior only steps away.

Bring forward my wings to wash with soap  

As leather wings soft darkness brings you leave me here to mope.