Disgrace

The sunset marks your cheeks,
with an angel glow.
you could break the sun,
and no one would ever know.

Angels are supposed to fly
But I guess wings can rip.
You're tattooed in these scars
'cause you can't hold your grip.

You're fragile hands are broken,
You swear its a mistake.
But when everything's gone wrong
You're just a damn disgrace.

Angels are supposed to fly
But I guess wings can rip.
You're tattooed in these scars
'cause you can't hold your grip.

You can plead insanity
For all that you have done.
But in the end you'll lose out;
Because the devil's already won.

Angels are supposed to fly
But I guess wings can rip.
You're tattooed in these scars
'cause the devil caught your grip.

You're just a damned disgrace...

*another angel poem about the same topic, just experimenting. Feel free to vote/comment i'll do my best to get back to you.