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outlaws bleed and angels slowly die
beneath grey skies outlaws bleed and angels slowly die
innocence is lost an' darkness found . the best you can do
Is die with some semblance of honor.
I wake up to what feels like cold november rain
trying to find colors but only find dark shades of gray
I no longer feel like a man,
just a shadow cast through the neon lights of a dim lit bar
here's a toast to outlaws who bleed and angels who slowly die
~ D Donner ~
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"angels who die slowly"- it has been a hellish year. Bleeding outlaws, Batman! I am fortunate not to know any (this year).
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"... shadow cast through the neon lights of a dim lit bar..." the isolatos; alone in a bar - the loneliness is palpable, the image incredibly beautiful. - slc