No Wings

An Angel Who Lost Her Halo and Hasn't Earned Wings

Thinking awful things

as I feel myself slipping from this place.

My heart pings,

as if the drugs were laced.

My phone rings,

even when I can't see its face.

My heart sings

because drugs are all I taste.

My mind swings,

as if it's being chased.

I'm an angel, with no wings.

So, like a demon, I'm maced.

A halo, I hope he brings.

The angel test? I haven't aced.

To hope, I must cling,

as I run to home base.

They'll sew my mouth with a string

if I don't win this race.

An angel with no halo and a sling,

Of my powers, there is no trace.

All because I can't earn my wings.

As he yells, I must brace

myself for the swings

or my makeup will be replaced

with some red, it's tiring.

What the fuck is this place?

It feels like I'm in Beijing.

Somewhere foreign, that I can't face.

I wish that they would stop playing.

There's all this blood that I taste.

In my head, I'm screaming.

"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!"

I need to be embraced,

or I may never feel a thing.

I can't go untraced,

hiding is beyond exhausting.

I'm not a demon, that's not my taste.

I'm an angel, I can sing!

Look at me like I'm a disgrace,

all because I lost my halo to your king.