an open wound,
infected flesh,
from the bite of an angel,
your white wings cover your black heart,
as your disease sickens mine,
my pain is the only happiness i have left,
faux compassion has trapped my mind,
and my cage is yet unopened,
a singing bird,
dreaming of the freedom known as ignorance,
from the love i once cherished,
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
an open wound,
infected flesh,
from the bite of an angel,
your white wings cover your black heart,
as your disease sickens mine,
my pain is the only happiness i have left,
faux compassion has trapped my mind,
and my cage is yet unopened,
a singing bird,
dreaming of the freedom known as ignorance,
from the love i once cherished,
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