Hold on - poetry
 

Angel 5.4
*Know all your hiddens…Dirty red things you’ve done…Then fell in love, won himself a soul. No more dirty things…Thinks himself special. Better than.
…Thinks it matters. Hell still waits. Sees you. Who you really are.*
Fred (soft): That you are worth saving.
***
Walking through the walls
Walking through the lives
Still hearing the calls
Still hearing the cries.
Emptiness in hands
Soul in old scars
Tried to make amends
Tried to clean the glass
Blood just turned in rust
Deepened into pain
Merging it with dust.
Know it’s in vain
But I’m still trying
Trying to paint it white.
Look someone’s smiling.
Good that I’ve tried.

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