These wounds are overwhelming
I fear I can't go on
Looking, Feeling, Smelling
As it gets closer to the crack of dawn
I try to stop the blood flow
But flow it does onto the lawn
You come and try to save me
Too late, I'm already gone
As you weep and mourn for me
I cry and blow you a kiss
This doesn't seem like reality
You're not the only one I'll miss
This place is so melancholy
These spirits are not of this world
I begin to regret my follies
And my blackened wings unfurl
My wings are black and mangled
And often misunderstood
My hair is matted and tangled
That's why it's usually under a hood
Now I'm a fallen angel
Not meant to fly high above
Not meant to make babies in mangers
And never meant to feel your love
**okay, i wrote this a million years ago. it was supposed to be a song, but screw that. its better as a poem**
