Sympathy for the Angels / by Raven Duran

So long, sweet city.

You’re breeding dangerous things.

Wild and beautiful, dangerous things.

My sweet city, where angels sleep.

I’ll be back again.

An ex lover, a moth, a flame.

I’ll always find my way.

Back to you.

They say you lose yourself here.

That the angels deceive.

Not me.

I found a beautiful, wonderful dangerous thing.

Inside me.

Sweet city, you saved me.

Out of the depths of the mundane.

The fires of the past.

I fell straight in your path.

And you saved me.