Demon Child

My wings are growing,
Black and Fragile
Like a baby demon
With a heart of glass
I can\'t talk flight
I\'m still too weak
I open my mouth
Prepare to scream out
Nothing but a whisper
Cowering into the corner
Crying out like a child
No one ever sees me
All they ever see
Black wings and sharp fangs
Tearing me down
As the glass shatters
My wings take flight
I don\'t care anymore
Taken away my fright
They\'ll see someday
My wings were only just feathers
And my heart of glass
Just a child
Born of another world...