Red Line Angel Poem by Vision Ghost

She’s going be a red line angel
Screaming in the forest when no ones around
She’s going be a red line angel
Soon to be a milk carton photo never to be found

Stumbled too far and now the horror stories true
Charged under a cold steel moon of electric blue
Only the stars to witness the atrocity of her death
A machete across the throat that stole final breath

Join the hoards of those before him through years
Now the reality of the stories they heard in fears
Is reflected in his face when he spills crimson tide
As the monster lives to ensure you can never hide

She’s going be a red line angel
Screaming in the forest when no ones around
She’s going be a red line angel
Soon to be a milk carton photo never to be found

So much death and the smell rise’s in permeation
To greet the heavens of so many souls damnation
Almost robotic when it removed her shaking limbs
Drowned by cutting tools of her screams and whims

Please, please, please now he’s crying for freedom
Begging for the last sense of emotion to condemn
Before the blade sinks between the ribs of sanity
Encouraged by wicked smiles before his finality

He’s going be a red line angel
Screaming in the forest when no ones around
He’s going be a red line angel
Soon to be a milk carton photo never to be found