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No Angel
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Stitched wings
Attached to frail bones
Darkened eyes
Lifeless as stone
Halo teetering
By uneven horns
Once a smile
Before being born
No color shown
Pallet a pasty pale
Never any sunshine
In a world so stale
Lips crusted over
From the words unspoken
Corrupted mind
In a soul that’s broken
welcome
to this side of heaven
we are but fallen angels
at least we know how to fly
even if we are stuck on the ground
pece
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I have your word choices and
I have your word choices and bleak imagery.
Thanks for reading :) Happy
Thanks for reading :) Happy you like it.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**