An Angel Raging

Can't hide it.

Can't fight it.

The fire's throwing a fit.

We skipped.

You sipped.

And then, I was ditched.

They're getting louder.

The smell of gunpowder.

But they were nothing, nothing without her.

Taste of something chalky. .

Yeah, I'm short and scrawny.

Its only a physical body.

I've started changing.

Air I am gaining.

An angel raging.

Can't hide it.

Can't fight it.

The fire's throwing a fit.