I'm seeing angels with dandruff halos
screaming out to stop the chaos
I'm seeing fields of green and thinking selfishly
televangelists preaching through a broken screen
I'm hanging on by a string
the thread is breaking, and so is she
blinded by my own indiscretion
stifled by my hidden confessions
this isn't beauty or self expression
this is an unhealthy obsession


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