fallen wings of a once beautiful angel
attaches itself...slowly strangles
wings once born white
from the purity of her soul
now stained dark
by her unruly spark
Tired of fighting the same old battle
she wants to go home
to prove she's changed

but the wings have a different plan
these decisions are not in her hands

she's lonely and tired
full of regret
she's let this take over her
body &soul
now she's spinning uncontrollably out of control
living now in the big black unending hole
what can she do to take back her life?

let the stains melt off her back
but she needs someone
someone to make up for what she lacks
but who does she turn to to whom does she look?
she can't find these answers in a do it yourself book

so she retreats to the shadows of the night
just getting by
keeping out of sight
staying far from the light

until one day she just can't take it
she goes to the blade
the feeling familiar
her tears suddenly run red
mind goes numb

just up and down the blade keeps swinging
side to side now a slight stinging

her wings fade gray
she cries out
mind and soul filled with self doubt

tears are now steadily dripping
as the flesh the blade is accumitivley ripping
the pain is gone
she feels cold
no rejection, no discrimination
just the cold feeling of
nothing