I Of The Needle-SEVENTH ANGEL

Huddled in a corner, unseen by a world so vast There lies a trampled figure, with eyes of smokey glass. Searching for a future, distorted by the past, Shattered in an instant by a shot too good to last. Pushing, pulling, pressure’s crushing, Running harder to get away Time nears reaping, death’s door’s greeting Slipping further to dismay. Delirium rules an innocent life, a diet of tears and dope The strangling grip of a punctured vein, a life of faded hope Looking to the needle now, looking to the rope The light flickers weakening, unable now to cope. Pushing, pulling, pressure’s crushing, Running harder to get away Time nears reaping, death’s door’s greeting Slipping further to dismay. Oh Lord, I am a burnt up offering High on desolation My God too long have I been Shadowed by my fears. Your love is way beyond all Human comprehension. I pray, that you’ll kill the pain And wipe away the tears. [[Category:Seventh Angel]]

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