Razor Cuts and Angels

I won't let you go to the angels

They don't deserve you and it's

Not your time to leave

Bounding your bleeding wrists lightly

Until stitches can be placed to

Bind your cuts shut

I won't let you go to the angels

Not tonight, not when I need you

Around so badly

I see them there, white wings

Glowing softly, but there's a

Strange one with them

One with red and black feathered

Wings, dressed in a elegant, long

Black gown, but it's wrists are

Bound like yours as you lay

On the floor, begging to go to

The angels

I can't look into that one's

Face as I stubbornly don't listen

To your begging and

Tell the angels to leave, that

They can't have you this night

A.M.H

10/14/07