When the leaves

by Carl Owens   Dec 2, 2006


Red soon sets in over his eyes
glazed in it he panics
disorientated he now run
but he doesn't know were
he runs for answers
he runs for hope
but he doesn't know were to go
clouds head over thick and dark
and angel tears fall to this cold city
as if to wash this red away
but nothing can take this
away from the marked
he is the first of the marked
he is one of the devils picks
from gods people
he is the sheep chosen
by the wolf coming
so he climbs
to escape the devil
to escape the wolf
and he stand starring down
straight into the eyes
of his demons
and now he jumps to escape
god and to escape the Sheppard

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