My Only Hell

Fri, 02/03/2017 - 11:58 -- Mateos

Shamed is casted upon my wings

Like pure snow on empty trees.

I see the lost love ironed on their skins

Clad in light blue is the symphony dancing among the leaves.

A breath of an angle freezes my last petal in place.

The space she clears amid the strings of white

Claims apart of my soul through every swallow I take.

Metals mixes in the sin with a last touch humanity has.

The seas drip off into the mounains marked above.

I don't think I will last.

The fear is far to great for me and any demon to live through.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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