poems with a story

Part 6

But you see sugar
we're going down swinging
And no-one can catch us now.

Our wings on fire as we fall,
or our silent scream as we crash into the earth.

They saw us and helpped us up
only to push us back down.
Now wingless and broken
we have no other way out.

Sit with me in this room
As we did in the beginning
But now we are numb to the cuts that we make.

Then slowly we stand again
Hand in hand
Our wrists pouring the blood that theyll never see
The tears falling that we'll never show

Now we have a show we need to see
Right?
I mean we can't be late for the funreals of the ones

the ones that didnt make it
the fallen angels who broke to far
so far to no return

Lets go watch them now
watch them return to heaven.

As we know we may not do the same.