"You can only understand a person
if you feel them in yourself."
Well, you're in every pigment
that flows from this dangerous pen.
I'm using your empty veins
to sew these eyes open.
I can see now.
And that halo on your head
is quickly slipping.
Your words took the perfect form,
but your skin is cracking now
and your bones are snapping.
You're no angel.
I know that now
and I'm going to let you bend and break
because I refuse to piece this lie back together this time. |
Submission Name: Broken Angel
