A DESENDED ANGEL

Fragile, vanishing like a snowflake falling on to your walm palm.
Invisable wings broken and crumberling under his ink black coat waiting to be eraised.
His face is p
ale as plaster.
His eyes are like black holes,
Its like the devil is within him,
His heart is as hard as stone it bearly beats,
His face is eternal frost.

Found,found in a garage on the ground 27 and 53, 27 and 53, he once croaked,
Food travlles down his throat mending his cracks and his tummy,
His face is no longer frosted and lumpy,
His wings appear as his jacket lifts from his thin sholder blades.
Michael's love's making him stonger, stronger, stronger.


Broken wings are now a love song, michael sister is singing again.


Love is a child that breathes out breath/love is a child that scatters death.