Here, the beauty of god is in her hair
The whore combs it in her tears
Trying to wash away her sins
In water
Shared by her tricks
She looks blindly into the mirror
Scratched by drunks
Painting their face with razors

Her eyes once green
But now, a shiny black
When you reflect into the void
Your eyes become silent

Here, the angel sleeps
While punching trumpet sounds
In her groin
Scrunching her heart to feel something
But nothing lasts when you lie to love

And me, the agony of longing
And me, dreaming
But not living
Sorrow in a key
Held by sweaty hands
And the wet pages of my words
Angel
Can you die
In my heart
So I can live
In yours

angels are everywhere and each of us has many angels assigned all you need to do is call out to them and your special angels will come to your side.....it is true

((( Jim ))))

Light of many Angels surround you,,