Where Angels Die
Pioneered for extinction.
Engineered to be the cause.
I need not.
One prediction.
I feed my addictions.
That is my cause.
I need not.
Any pause.
I forward just to play.
Bleeding.
Eyes.
Blistered.
Lips.
So comes my fears.
With many tears.
Through every single.
Of my broken years.
I cry.
Where angels die.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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