You Called Me An Angel…
You called me an angel, there must be a twist
I've not seen an angel with scars on her wrist
Or blood seeping from dark cuts in her arm,
Have you ever seen an angel self-harm?
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An angel who writes about horror in hell
And darkening poems with stories to tell,
I thought they were beautiful and flew with white wings
My lullaby is not what an angel sings.
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A halo of thorns rings my scarred head
Not shining white, but a glistening red,
My dress is stained; it’s ripped and torn,
My eyes are dull, my expression is worn.
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An angel, well surely she lives without pain?
No crying or screaming or hurting again,
No strangled whispers of slow broken song
An angel you say? I'm afraid you are wrong.
