Poetry Scramble

NO Rhyme or Reason
Just woke up with all these phrases in my head and didn't know what to do with them

Ring the bell
An angel has fallen
like an addict
the day after he received his chip

Pheromone dust
on my ankles
as I run

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I called your name when I was four
don't you hear me anymore?

If our hearts were volcano's
what would happen after every eruption?
Does the pumping blood become crusted lava
in our soul, on our organs, for your love?

If love was cheese
and loyalty was wine,
would I be obese?
and drunk?