And now I bleed this blood again ,
Pumping this stolen blood through my veins again
Like the rat at my door, bleeding it ever more
Blood dripping not who I am
Blood so red I forget again

Angel of death angel fire
Clip my wings or love and desire
………….desire

Running throw the flames is no game
Is no game I wish to play.
………….. desire

Like a cup with no bottom
A bottom with no top
Never will fill
Or keep what it’s got

Angel of death angel of fire
Clip my wings of love a desire
………... desire

Running throw the flames is no game
Is no game I wish to play.
……….. desire

Love is new love is old
Love is what makes me cold
Smoking the new of day
Then letting it get away
……….. Just drift away
……….Just bleed away

Angel of death angel of fire
Clip my wings of love and desire
………so I can’t fly away
………but drift away
………bleed away……

Hi, pilbaraprince!

There's some good rhyming going on!

Do you have a title for it and any idea as to how you would like the rhythm to be as well as the meter?

Thanks!

Thanks, nah no name yet and not to shore about the rest ether just words at the moment

Writing anything that has meaning takes time, patience and lots of practice to make it just right!

If you were to title it, what would you think might be some possible titles, please?