Creature with Wings

Who could be,
the one you see,
in the broken mirror?

How do you know,
who you are,
or the colour you are meant to glow?

What night do you meet,
the corpse under your sheets,
or is this corpse,
meant to be you?

How do you tell,
the one you love,
that you are the blood,
and not the dove?

How do you hide,
these secrets inside,
that nobody else,
should need to know?

I'am the one,
the creature with wings,
A girl that should be human.

But I could be many things...

I could be the creature,
that is suppose to hide beneath your bed,
decompose your body,
when your corpse is shot and dead.

I could be the angel,
who kisses away your fears,
who picks you up,
when you have fallen,
and wipes away your tears...

With these things in my back,
that can extend and contract,
how will anyone react?

I could be an angel,
or I could be a freak,
or I could just be me,
an odd unique.

Close your window tonight,
Creatures like me,
don't need an invite..

Whatever I am,
These wings,
growing strangely from my back.

I can fly,
I can move,
I'am the sweetest rose thats black...