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