Please
don't cry
and die.
please,
no.....
don't
die
on
me.
I
hate
it
when
my wings
so black,
no
comfort
here.
Heavy
rain
and
the pelting
storms
smashing
upon
my
face,
its
a bleeding
dance
upon
the sewers
that
I don't
embrace.
Its
revenge
not
on me
personally.
But
I
understand
it.
i hate
our scarring
in this
miserable
place.