fallen angels with wings of amber veins
and each glowing ray of sunlight comes into view over
pale white wings of transparent feathers.
they move like bats
and swoop over my head.
like evil godsents with flawed missions and fallen
leaders
don't ask me for any redemption
cause you've come here for my soul,
which i bore to a boy in a black shirt
and left his sight with eyes washed in my own blood
and pupils dialated with
sexuality and defeat
dear angels,
dear bringers of sorrow and jealousy,
can you help me forget what evil is?
and can you sweep me up into your torn battlefields of clouds?
Landing before me with a tear in their eyes
As they look at me several inches from my face
I see your suffering, darlings,
And I offer you all I can in our similar situations of lost love and confidence
A tear shall come
to my eye for you as you cry for me.
We shall blend our tears in the rains, drowning hell.
A flood can take our destinies from us and as we throw ourselves off the edge of the life rafts,
Thrown to us by people and angels who
don't see our tears and tired wings,
I shall reach for your hand,
Dear angel of misguidance,
And at the last moment as i splash into waves of my own sorrow
You will disappear into the skies above,
As your amber veins shine like gold draining from your lifeless body,
Salvations recieved and doom diverted.
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SALE: boots for organs/organs for boots
step off my heart
with you steel toed boots
heavy, black, with a strong stable grip.
you paid more for those boots then you ever gave of your heart to me.
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keep on beating boys with
small bikes and smaller egos.
each time,
getting mildly more discreet.
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are you ashamed of your stubborn behavior,
are you sick of being the bad one.
keep on trying to be somethign past the shadow
lurking behind me with a second life and a disappearing nature.
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don't touch me again,
if your hands feel my skin again
I'll probably be dead, my open eyes
will stare into a imagined heaven lingering above me.
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you won't make it sooner than i.
you'll become a king of unbecoming monsters
in boots worth more than your organs sold for parts.
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