spitfire

Angel

Walked with an Angel,
her speaking apon a christian acting center,
so the kids would never have to know the seedy under world
of becoming an actor or some shit,
Me feeling more than the James Dean of normal,
More the Devils keeper the apitimy of rage,
Murder and retrobution sored through my minds eye,
While the physical eye's gazed apon the embodymen of all
things truly good,
the sweet taste of the words usally spoken by her,
Only leaving a bad taste in my mouth.