God Damned Angel,

The worst part of sobriety is:

even when you don't become an angel yourself, 

you tend to acquire them;

I want God 

To stop giving me angels

I tell Him, "stop f*****g protecting me,"

I want God to lift you up and

place you upright on the street, walking

in time with the beat of your living heart, your

lungs inhaling oxygen alone, but 

I get it

You always told me that I reach for life, that
I beat the odds, that I'm 

Your hero, I'm not, George

I'm just vengeful, egotistical,

and now I'm getting nightmares about

my name on your funeral invitations because

we both know you're smart enough to 

lie your way out of a welfare check

because, you're fine, the cops told me-

But I want God to keep your wings 

Tucked into your spine, there's nothing

Angelic about this

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Do you have an alcoholic personality or a narcotic personality?

[Miranda]

Wow, I love your rawness. The flow, rhythm, and especially the emotion, is incredible.