Angels wings.

Looking up at a sky filled with angels.
I feel so left behind.
My wings were cut off by friends.
But in life, that’s no crime.

I feel so alone.
Feathers are meant for the sky.
Making my wings grow is a slow progress.
I probably won’t be able to fly.

These blades that cut through my skin.
They never healed with time.
I long for the blood to flow.
This blood, these scars, they are only mine.

No lover to kiss the scars away.
No lover to tame my demons.
Ripping myself apart from this angel body.
Looking up to the sky, knowing I can never feel that freedom.

My life seems just temporary.
I will end it way to soon.
I know for some this might seem scary.
But I got no feelings to show.

Seeing a sky full with angels.
Only I am left behind.
Bleeding from the fall.
If there was just someone so kind…

Covered with cuts.
Sky filled with wings.
With teary eyes I look up.
This will be the last time that I have sinned.