Bleeding Angels! ! ! Poem by Michelle Guza

Bleeding angels
Right from the wings
No more harps to play or songs to sing
Try to fly but do a belly flop
I’m screaming just STOP
Its making me sick to see
Its making me sick just to be
Bleeding angels are falling toward the ground
They cant fly because their wings have been bound
Bound so tight so they cant brake lose
Going down all in twos
Angels bleeding
The good is retreating
The clouds are getting dark
Full of blood dripping
And the shield of happiness quickly is ripping
What we had through our hands is slowly slipping
Trying to grab it and retrieve it
But it falls faster and better believe it
Bleeding angles is a horrid sight to witness
But who is making such a mess
Who was let in heaven’s gates that could get away with something treacherous
And make such a mess
Blood poring from the glowing beams
This isn’t how anyone pictures it in their dreams
I’m falling from the heavens just to live
I have nothing more but my heart to give
Holding it close to me so it want end up like angels bleeding
But it is some hope that I am needing..
Stop the madness stop the world stop the light
Please let the angels return to the glorious flight….