5ive Arts |Written
Writings and Poems by B. Likeness.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Boy in the Street
Heaven sent and Hell's return
She rests in blood, poverty's burn
They stand by in great awe
Money's loss is the claw
All her golden hair soaked in red
No one dare touch the angel's head
Fury and anger fill his eyes
He clenches his jaw as she dies.
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