Broken angels
November 14, 2014
Such a broken man with tears in his eyes,
He stays the night to feel alive.
The ashes fall as he smokes his fears,
He's gotten so good at hiding the tears.
Sipping away at the sweet smelling bottle,
All he does is scream.
He loves his god with all of his heart,
"But how could my god do this to me?"
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