Draped in the fallen feathers
Of angels long gone,
I lay in the ashes of destruction
Wondering where it all began…
Or where it ends, delusional
With thoughts of you still
As i grind my nails, this cross, the seal
These thorns tearing my veins.
These vows held within my soul
Are but words of smoke;
These proverbial premonitions,
Fragmented thoughts of how we were,
A broken promise not yet spoken.
Swaying my love for a paragon,
The memory that fleeted in me
Like feathers on winds beyond,
The ashes that fall.
Within this destructive depression,
I find myself searching for the
Wings that shed their feathers,
And now my wondering takes me
Back to where it all began…
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