Saturday, November 1, 2008

Scape

I wandered and I found a place to lay
Over a baby buried in an angel's grave
I closed my eyes, the baby had my face
And as my life slipped by I slept the time away

I flew just like the winter crows tonight
I smelled the devil in my wings, the snow fell in my eyes
The sky was a metallic blue, with no moon in sight
In a crimson dream of evil deeds, I escaped to avoid the light

1 comment:

Spikeamighty said...

I love this. When did you evolve into a poet?!