Words -

We seduce angels

The angel is presumed to be seduced

We seduce ourselves

We forget about our… and their naturalism

They are fiery and wing footed

Visit us

They reveal secrets

Embody in plants and trees

We do not mind

They have wings… we are glad

We like it

They also have horns

They are picking on us face to face

They creep in our sleep and dreams

We open our hearrts to obsession

Seducing and teasing them

They are creeping so still, in quiet

The ones that could not be seen

Take heed of them

Who could you trust in?

In them, in us, in me… not in you!

The ghost is cogitation

The word is the body of a thought

Thinking needs a speech

Conception calls for word

Poison is expected!

Words are Angels, winged words

Like arrows, like poison

The words are the most dreadful of all the angels

You have to percieve flawlessly when Angels loses wings