We're counting your sins, they said
The demons, they came for me todayMy name burnt into their palm-
outstretched
Their wings, like angels;
Bitter at the tip, instead of sweet
Colored in with hate, where love
had left a stain
And you would say they're different,
But I'd tell you they have the same scars
Then you'd be aghast that I thought them
the same
But I'd say one felt no pain,
and the other had it ringing through his soul;
Every fucking day.
They said I could keep my beauty,
Tonight I would fly
And I ran my fingers along his arm engraved with alphabets
Alphabets that spelt my name
"Come," they said
If I am beautiful, then yes, I should
Stepped onto the stone ledge and asked,
"Will you love me?"
But lying, they said,
would leave another scar.
The demons, they came for me today
To take me up on wings
To let my life burn out of the tip of my fingers
I could've been brave,
But I collapse back into the cold rush of reality;
Too scared to fall,
Too scared to be unloved
October 25th 2008
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 2:14:00 PM
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