Dear little angel,
Don't throw yourself from heights.

Can't you see that you've lost your wings?

The clouds wouldn't catch you when you fall

I  K N O W   T H A T   B E C U A S E   Y O U   N E V E R   C A R E D  E N O U G H  T O   S A V E   M E   A T  A L L

My life is like the the angel wings on my back
They give me the freedom and opportunity to fly away
But I choose to fly a different path instead
Not away from yesterday, but towards tomorrow

I was born with a shining golden ring.
The ring looms above cracked and chipped.
Once lit my path,
now breaks my neck with the pressure it brings.

I’ve sprouted demonic wings
Jet black feathered wings.
I’ll fly silent.
Terrorizing the earth
with the people of the night.

I’m not yet ****** to an eternity of
Suffrage and Hellfire.
I’m not “blessed” to spend time in peace either.

I’m stuck mangled into the pain of earth.

On a wind that flies as high as stars
The particles of dust tangle and fro
While mysteries of the air soar out my soul

Of what do I dare
And chance of the modern atmospheric dance
That angels should fly crisply on by
On their whisper-white wings tipped with glory?