Peer at the world for once through my eyes.
Not like what you see put your hood back up.
Now watch as existance turns to dust.
And burn and spill and float like the angels.
The angels that fly with their cut up wings.
I broke them and watched them bleed.
But despite all of this they danced for me.
With crule glareing grins, and tauntful movement.
Their skin bleeds and stains mine.
It crawls like ink on parchment paper.
This will never wash off it scars forever.
Expressions change, now a grimmace, clever.
Wings heal and shapes change.
One cut with the razorblade, now exchange.
Look at me, Now Whisper how fucking strange.
Just because im not like you, So normal, so plain.
People like you drive me fucking insane.
I watched them rip, and i watched them bleed.
Do you understand? This makes sense to me.
Angels so beautieful are the angels so dark.
Watching them now is no walk in the park.
Close your eyes and dont pretend.
Exchange the blades again.
This is the God Damn End. |
Submission Name: The Angels/ I Broke Them
