There are bloody headless angels
hanging from the trees here,
warning us not to proceed.
The road leads on though
onto darker nights and blood-thirsty bats
that no sooner than I sneeze
will pick a bite out of me.
So, I lie quietly under the sheets
White sheets that tremble off the trees
like limbs to be broken in the fury of a storm
like headless angels with curly long hair
paving the darkest of streets.
hanging from the trees here,
warning us not to proceed.
The road leads on though
onto darker nights and blood-thirsty bats
that no sooner than I sneeze
will pick a bite out of me.
So, I lie quietly under the sheets
White sheets that tremble off the trees
like limbs to be broken in the fury of a storm
like headless angels with curly long hair
paving the darkest of streets.
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