An Angel in Ruin (Rap/Poem)

An angel to her folks

Before she did coke.

Dropped from the cliff by Satan’s rope.

Pulled to depths of the underworld.

Turned to the Trade,

Of grade,

Left to the spade,

6 feet under,

Now she wonders, if she took a different path could it have satisfied her hunger,

In search of a reason,

In her own Garden of Eden,

Blossoming opportunities, revolting from treason.

Her capable mind, wanting to rewind time.

Holding her back, reality intact.

No going back.

It’s a lonely road.

A lonely place far away from home.

Taking a rain check, going at breakneck,

Speed,

Too much need,

Exceeding all that greed,

Expectation, elevating to the heavens,

Waiting, tension fading.

Needle at the ready

Whats the point of waiting.