Idk what this ones called tbh.

Look at all the Angels round with badges on their wrists,
White lines, the red veneer, from lost battles with their wits,

And time and time, I hold them near,
The dearest often soaked with dread,
More often they disappear,
Zombies of the streets, they said,

And I meet an Angel, on an old blue park bench,
I saw the badges that she wore,
In her eyes, no regret.

I asked her "Why, do you not love yourself?"
She replied with a smile, 
If a heart could, this one wept,

She said "They say follow your heart, what if mine whispers death?"
Me not understanding, as often is the case,
Id held a light to an Angel, who blew it out with haste.


It aint finished and idk if it ever will be... Dont judge me dammit...