My Angels ©

My angels,
Making faces.
My angels,
Run out of places.

See them wallowing;
In the street.
This man's poison,
Is that ones' meat.

Grab it,
Get it,
Let it go;
So soon you dive,
And so far you'll flow.

My amendments ,
Leavin traces,
My amending lines,
Run out of spaces..

Read them following,
Past the scene,
This man's torture,
Is that ones dream.