There was a neon angel, that seemed to be close
I grasped my hands around the lights, like a moth to the moon
I felt the warmth of the glow, the feeling of completion
I felt a cold, like a knife on my spine
That angel seemed to fly away
And I seemed to be sinking in the groud
And the world grew grey
And I lost some flesh
As the world, seemed to be slipping
From my axis
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
There was a neon angel, that seemed to be close
I grasped my hands around the lights, like a moth to the moon
I felt the warmth of the glow, the feeling of completion
I felt a cold, like a knife on my spine
That angel seemed to fly away
And I seemed to be sinking in the groud
And the world grew grey
And I lost some flesh
As the world, seemed to be slipping
From my axis
