Heavenly
Angels get high off wings,
Get drunk off holy water,
Smoke off the rims of their halos,
And get down on their knees,
So when the kingdom comes crashing,
Don’t say you didn’t see the signs.
Below is a collection of my creative writing pieces, of prose, poetry, essays and scripts.
Angels get high off wings,
Get drunk off holy water,
Smoke off the rims of their halos,
And get down on their knees,
So when the kingdom comes crashing,
Don’t say you didn’t see the signs.