My debt

by Brittany Hampson   May 6, 2006


Grasp death, fill me with the cold inside me, something crying,
pretty thing, torn wings, wounds deep,
what keeps me alive, tears of love, tears of sorrow....

I am told, no more will I grow old,
inside me, something dying,
In my heart, wounder, angel weep,
in my death, for dying angel, i owe...

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