Bleeding Angel
Red shirt,red shoes,
red eyez,red moon,
my knees are weak
my heart falls hard
suck by the leech
and stab by the dark
wingz fall low
dreamz go bad
the world is heavy
but i carried it on my back
fly no more
the the bullet says
then angel roars
dies in the bed
BLEED,BLEED,BLEED THREW THE STREETS
Copyright © Kevin Wheeler | Year Posted 2009
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