Her soul is worthy of an angel -
A fallen angel without wings
Her heart is worthy of pure diamonds
Yet she cares not about such things
She doesn't see her beauty blooming
When she looks into her reflection
She doesn't see her worth or price
She only sees a cruel deception
And when her demons whisper sweetly
She stops and listens to their song
She doesn't counter it with hers
For fear she'd get the lyrics wrong
But when the cacophony of voices
Turns all her laughter into screams
She swiftly jumps down from the stage
And leaves on it her hopes and dreams
The air is still.
There's no applause.
Somehow the silence
Seems so vital
She chose the demons
As her band
And suicide
As her recital.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
