I may be a fallen angel
From beyond the skies
Or a broken star
Burying with silent cries
Clutching onto my wings
Bearing many hurtful scars
Deemed from my own realm
While sentenced behind bars
...The conspirators,
Used me for their deed
I was one of them
Sadly, I was only their need...
Widened sleepless eyes
Searching for my freedom
In a world full of lies
I've lost, a dream kingdom
Slowly a step ahead of time
Walks my death in plain
Looking at my shroudful body
Piercing me with more pain
...Rise to my call
O' kind souls of evil
Let this world fall
I call onto the devil...
In grief and dismay
I shall rest in peace soon
My name has been called upon
To be hanged till death, at noon!
©sim
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
I may be a fallen angel
From beyond the skies
Or a broken star
Burying with silent cries
Clutching onto my wings
Bearing many hurtful scars
Deemed from my own realm
While sentenced behind bars
...The conspirators,
Used me for their deed
I was one of them
Sadly, I was only their need...
Widened sleepless eyes
Searching for my freedom
In a world full of lies
I've lost, a dream kingdom
Slowly a step ahead of time
Walks my death in plain
Looking at my shroudful body
Piercing me with more pain
...Rise to my call
O' kind souls of evil
Let this world fall
I call onto the devil...
In grief and dismay
I shall rest in peace soon
My name has been called upon
To be hanged till death, at noon!
©sim
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