ANGELS IN WHITE
- Mar 14
- 1 min read
By Corridors of sleep
Black flowers
Grow wild
From inside the
Decaying memory
Just another gift
That you gave me
I am the anomaly
The pointless apology
The heartfelt liturgy
After the tragedy
The softest kiss
Just
Before surgery
Before the angels in white
Come to take me
And
Put their hands
Deep inside me
Milena
If I don’t wake up
You will know exactly
Where to find me