Jim Morrison A Feast Of Friends

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden. Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring overfriendly guest you ve brought to bed. Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven s claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until it s other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law. I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant