Born with full white wings pressed against our backs
That represent all the sins that we lack
For every sin committed
A feather will fall
No sin is omitted or absolved
In the end, unable to fly
We call ourselves Fallen angels
Is that why an angel is the only way to describe you
As I notice your wingless back
There's not a feather in sight
Just your beautiful bare skin
Gleaming in the night
A life lived in sin
Yet an angel in my eyes
You take a glance behind my shoulders
Seeing evidence of my feathers
Although they may be torn beaten and weathered
I still have hope to fly
No
I have dreams to fall
Falling into you
A deep abyss
Full of pain and regret
I feel the fire dormant in my soul
As I wrap myself inside of you
With our backs beginning to touch
We lose sight of the open sky
My feathers begin to fill the ground
Where your innocence has long been waiting
Where we were once all angels
With wings full of feathers too heavy to bare
We lost sight of the faithful
As my back sheds its wings
The weight is much less painful
With the sins
of a Bare Skin Angel