Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Little Angel

Come pretty angel,

Fall from grace

I want to see your undoing

Watch you change pace

Ignite the passion

Lick up the flames

Don't be so calm

Let your eyes become crazed

Lift up your layers

Let your beauty be traced

I want to be your corruption

And see it on your face

I can make you fly

Take you right into space

But at the same time

I don't want you to change