Angle Child

The rain was falling fast The wind blowing hard That night she took a knife made her one last scar Keep it steady now Slow and deep Echo’s of her heartbeat Looking up and crimson tears fall Giving in to her thoughts Throwing the knife in the fire Putting a rag on her wrist Crying to sleep “My daughter child your safe now” Eyes opened wide His arms opened Crawling he fly’s her away The sirens are loud The night glows red Looking down No scars No blood An angle gets her wings