Now that my golden wingsAre turning to dust
And my skin — the solace of my soul
Is losing its moist
And my former shelter that I abandoned is starting to rust
Tell me, where do I crawl back into?
What could replace your magical input?
What could save my soul
As love that troubles is only what your heart can give
And I desire peace in order to live
But it was you who broke the chains
Gave me a taste of the absence of pain
Hurled me into emotional frivolity
Then left me falling, suddenly
How could you do that to me?
Weren't you suppose to supervise so I don't fall back into the pit?
Now, I'm in the belly of a bottomless pit
And my wings have dissipated like banished spit
From the tongue of Injustice
The darkness pierce through my organ of sight, tell me how can I see?
It's exactly from the frypan to the fire
In a much hotter hell, though, expected I might end up there
But I feel something
Your agony
Why are you pained
If you wanted it this way
Why leave me crying for you
Almost happy dying...
When you're smiles...
Are only lying
Or aren't they?
Why?
Why, are you whispering,
"I'm sorry."
Instead of saving me already
Why are you locking the pit?
What do you want me to make out of this?
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Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...