Bleeding angels <br />Right from the wings <br />No more harps to play or songs to sing <br />Try to fly but do a belly flop <br />I’m screaming just STOP <br />Its making me sick to see <br />Its making me sick just to be <br />Bleeding angels are falling toward the ground <br />They cant fly because their wings have been bound <br />Bound so tight so they cant brake lose <br />Going down all in twos <br />Angels bleeding <br />The good is retreating <br />The clouds are getting dark <br />Full of blood dripping <br />And the shield of happiness quickly is ripping <br />What we had through our hands is slowly slipping <br />Trying to grab it and retrieve it <br />But it falls faster and better believe it <br />Bleeding angles is a horrid sight to witness <br />But who is making such a mess <br />Who was let in heaven’s gates that could get away with something treacherous <br />And make such a mess <br />Blood poring from the glowing beams <br />This isn’t how anyone pictures it in their dreams <br />I’m falling from the heavens just to live <br />I have nothing more but my heart to give <br />Holding it close to me so it want end up like angels bleeding <br />But it is some hope that I am needing.. <br />Stop the madness stop the world stop the light <br />Please let the angels return to the glorious flight….<br /><br />Michelle Guza<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleeding-angels/
