i want to fly,
but everytime i try,
i fall,
my pain,
my blood,
wings ripped from my grasp,
held in front of my face,
testing my strength,
i reach for them not thinking,
i turn my head,
one single thought,
i grab for the razor instead,
the wings disapear,
replaced with horns,
i let the blood flow,
a rainbow,
appears before my eyes,
i let the tears go,
while the blood flows,
all because of what i thought i seen,
wanting to fly with Angels’ wings.
Angels’ wings
