sometimes you might take a look around
when darkness is your only
you feel like the world is way too big
even angels get lonely
sometimes you look up at the sky
and see nothing in the clouds
your mind is dead and black and blank
even angels wear dark shrouds
sometimes you need to let it out
when you have the guts to dream
you bleed and cry and yell and shout
even angels need to scream
sometimes you force upon yourself
a scary amount of pain
your only escape is a razor blade
even angels feel the rain
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
