Wings:

Nights spent so overrated,

Days bleached with tears,

Dawn, every morning

Painted up so pretty,

Framed by rejection

Day, pregnant with hope

Bearing some form of monster,

My skin bearing the hurt

Of each moment spent

Sunset, the only hope of escape

Following the sun with my heart,

Falling into this cold grave

Night, each one colder than the last

Sleepless moments spent with no ease

No lover's arms to fall into

No chest to rest my cheek

No hope for the morning

No light to let me see

Just stumbling in all this dark

Waiting, just waiting, here for you

This lonely stillness

With this bleak shadow

Of your wings

Sheltering me from

The storm that

Rages in my heart

While I'm without you