Bled and Loved

A Poem by Mutzy

Angel's are among us. Yes, they will save us

Angels are holding me, soft and dear.
It’s how I know my death is near.
With wings of pale white,
They go off into the night.
And with the Devil they interfere.

Their lips are lusciously red,
They hold my wrists, for they have bled.
With lips that can change the worse of woes.
A black flower, into a red rose,
And now I am no longer dead.

The slowly bring me back down,
The world goes black all around.
Pale calmness I must leave,
I love to believe.
Angel’s love is renowned.