Wings shimmering in the moonlight,
Superlunary in appearance but all too average in actuality.
The sparkling visage of an angel, deceitful.
Blood trickling through the cracks of the floor, the source hidden.
You can't lose your perceived innocence, if they see you any other way your not so angelic.
To be seen as devilish is like death to you.
No longer would your wings glimmer, no longer would you be as otherwordly,
But sharp tounged and fiery, and burning with rage.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Wings shimmering in the moonlight,
Superlunary in appearance but all too average in actuality.
The sparkling visage of an angel, deceitful.
Blood trickling through the cracks of the floor, the source hidden.
You can't lose your perceived innocence, if they see you any other way your not so angelic.
To be seen as devilish is like death to you.
No longer would your wings glimmer, no longer would you be as otherwordly,
But sharp tounged and fiery, and burning with rage.