Wings of Blood
They drip
They are bleeding
I have cut deeper this time than ever
My wings can�t fly
I need some help
But can�t get any
Alone my wings will die
Is he there, or is she alone again
Wings�. Mine are hurting
I want comfort but can�t get any
The wings are bleeding and it feels good.
The cuts are deep.. My legs are going to feel the next cut
Demon wings are with me yet again.
Oh not now.. but she will come again
My wings of blood.
the poem was good.......................umm was gonna put sumthing else but fogot wat it was hate it when i does that.