I’m your typical

One winged angel

Who lost the other,

On an angle,

Across the pond

From another dog,

Neither of us able

to fly.

We filed our teeth

On each others bones,

And when the bell rang,

Did as we were told.

Never asked questions

And never did still,

With a torn paper limb

And eyes colored in.

‘Fight for another

Fight cause you’re told –

Wings don’t work

Unless they’re old

and broken. ‘

That’s how

We were raised

And that’s

How we are.

Until something

doesn’t work,

Something

decides to break.

The wings

don’t matter,

The ring's

just a mat.

When they’re tired of it all

That’s when they snap,

That’s when they fall,

Just like the bastards

Bleeding on the wall.