Tryna make a masterpiece
on my first try.
I feel so deceased,
all I can do is lie.
You've made me a feast
to eat, but I'm far too shy.
Darling, not in the least
do I wanna say goodbye.
Now, we live on the east,
but I'm tryna sly.
Now, I am released
from your forced tithes.
You charge, but you are no priest.
My energy, you wish to buy?
Lately, it has decreased.
You are no ally,
but your abuse will remain unreleased.
YOU ARE READING
No Wings
PoetryDedicated to Lund The sequel to "no halo." "I'm an angel, look at my face! Hell is not what I bring, I wanna help your case! I've lost my halo, and never had wings!" "No Wings" Beats (playlist): https://soundcloud.com/helllbitchonorinam/sets/nowings...
