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
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