ANGELS {part 3 of 3}

Open your heads and fill it with thoughts and you will live. But dont let it turn to ashes because baby you're fine. We are all angels and we can fly through the clouded skies and up until we touch blue; that's where you find peace, above all the chaos and into your thoughts. They might call it gone mad but poor little monsters we are just alive. Don't cry on the concrete you wont get ran over and youll be alright. I see your heart beating, your wings stitched, and your imperfect eyes. Please dont glaze at what they see because poor little babies all media lies. My little angels they skin us from the mallow in the bone to the scars on our pale lips, Invisible to the face but its a very well known matrix of the good. Poor little darlings not minding their time, the clock turns faster and speeding the speed of light, fly sweet angels and you'll be alive. Please slow your falling and keep the water in your eyes.