I Couldn’t Have Been BoRn At ThE wRoNg TiMe Because I Was Never Even Born LOL!
Angel Marcloid
In a boat, in a float
Praying takes me away to a mansion I’ve always heard it could be
I’m safe in a cove of what I heard you say
Even demon voices become lucid now
It was a Wednesday night
Slow motion snow-lit drive
Watching my garage open, beaming green
Won’t the light of love shine through & the love of light ensue?
Sometimes I don’t want to heal at all
Just let go of me!
You can let me go now, please
I’m talking to you, me
The wounded self must be released