Her wings were heavy, her voice a rasp
She was tired of screaming
Tired of not being heard
She was mocked and spat on
Her black heart even cracked
Angels of the night
Were still angels by right
They say when a bell rings
A angel gets her wings
But she got her wings
When a deathbell rang
Life was never fair
Her dark soul wailed
She had always danced between
Heavens sharp hiss
And hells sweet kiss
She knew she would not be missed
For when the others sang to the sun
She swayed with the shadows
Now it was time to fall into
Her own bloody despair
And finally meet hells sweet kiss
So she fell deep into the abyss
Of the never ending wish
A wish that when the next bell rang
She would finally get the right set
Of new wings
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
