A fallen angel, with clipped wings
And eyes clouded by tears
Blinded by Heaven's light
And stuck here all these years
A demon risen straight from hell
Burns like all fiery things
With dangerous passion and in nature to lie
Proven by ashy wings
A fallen angel, with clipped wings
Is deaf to the sounds of screams
For they never learned what pain sounded like
They hear it only in their dreams
A demon risen straight from hell
Drowns out pleas of mercy
Having lived among it for so long
There's nothing to dare say
A fallen angel, with clipped wings
Does not recognize the smell of sweat
And so the tears will start to fall
Silent and pure and wet
A demon risen straight from hell
Has only ever seen pain
Never has seen anything else
Can never promise 'ner again
A fallen angel, with clipped wings
Has never tasted blood
But now, upon hitting the ground
The pain came like a flood
The demon risen straight from hell
Flew up one day, to the surface of earth
But didn't recognize it
As they thought it was only full of mirth
And so the angel fallen
And so the demon risen
Neither knew quite where they were
A place of gray, muddied air
They found themselves
Face to face
In a time, unnegotiable beliefs
Decided to look over this new world, this new place
They shared a smile
A single laugh, hurt in both of their eyes
For they knew that this moment had to end
For to their own world, they both had ties
But while they were here
They tried to forget
Not let the differences between the two
Be their biggest regret
And so the angel loved the demon
But demons could not love
So the angel cried silent tears
And prayed to up above
The demon could not cry
Nor smile without malice
But the angel could not control what they felt
Their heart, an unprotected palace
They shared a life, together happy
But as all mortals must
Their human forms started crumbling away
Demon to ashes, angel to dust
So in that moment, as they faded
The demon felt as one does
A feeling so foreign
Unidentified until now
But though the angel knew
The demon, they were feeling
Something so calm and blue
It was heavy and hearty
And it hurt like all hell
But in the end it was worth it
For their sweet, lovely belle
Love
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All that Remains
PoetryThe girl of paper skin and diamond tears and a glass heart lives and loves and laughs, but what will happen when her skin is torn? Her heart shattered?
