Angelic Me
05/16/2010 07:09 a.m.
I'm me as the old bottle dies as the last crimson fades in my tongue. The poison seems to spew from my mouth, and a new bottle is opened. And I face the world in the middle of the early morning with red. I try to figure myself, but only find myself alone in this world. Can I be the only soul in my own city with angels that seem to ignore me?