Fake Angels
I hold on my dream
In the dead of night
The angel wings aren't what they seem
The brilliant light makes me scream
But, black is all that is in sight
I hold on, my dream
The pale skin, the color of cream
Open, the sky and light
The angel wings aren't what they seem
And now this blood does deam
I won't give up the fight
I hold on, my dream
You and me is this battle's theme
In those eyes, ever bright
The angel wings aren't what they seem
And in the light the blood does gleam
With you I'll never run in fright
I hold on, my dream
The angel wings aren't what they seem
poem by Trey Mitchell
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