death my lover
he paints me in white dwarf stars
every freckle, a star in the ever-growing universe
connected with red thread
spun from the cursed daughters
who should have been born sons
shrouded by clouds
he clips my wings
and molds me new ones from hellfire
tells me i'm icarus
i must fly to the sun
but i melt
feathers of the angels and milky candle wax
that used to light the halls of god's kingdom
i fall like the damned
unwanted
to become a demon
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(lower case intended) AAH!! I'm really excited about my plans. I'm planning on having multiple poetry books each with different themes and color schemes. This one as you've probably guessed is about angels and heaven and devils and all sorts of fun stuff. I'm not sure how many I will have so I'm kind of going with the flow and seeing where my inspiration takes me.
thanks for reading m8
