Fallen Angel

They wait for me to fly

With broken wings, torn feathers

I’ve fallen from grace

The night clings like a shadow over my window

Seeking my withered eye to blink

I lie here in a bed of nails

Watching the blood touch the floor

In little streams of calligraphy

Signing my name upon wood, not stone

My existence carries on as I lie in blissful agony

I’ve fallen deep into the world, into a personal hell

Where dawn forever sleeps and night forever reigns

Kill me with your words

Slice open this dying heart, curse angel’s eyes to weep

And watch me fall again.