Bound Angels

Baby if your heaven then I must be hell,
Cause when I leave the scene you hear the bells.

Maybe you can feel these jagged wings,
Expanded around me, I beg, I plead,
I am the hellhound angel that you need.

You feel that sting right through your skin,
The syringe makes you feel so real,
In a world of falsities that you try to conceal.

I know who you are, and what you see,
Gruesome trophies hung upon the wall,
Held at gunpoint to make you feel tall.

Baby if youre heaven then I must be hell,
When I destroy youre heart, youll fall apart.

Ian Robert Potapoff