Twisted wings became the aftermath of a pyrrhic victory,
Demons hid in their eyes,
Shadows of their loss,
Oh!
The torture they must've endured,
The scars cover the saints,
Conviction warped them into sinners,
Poor soul who's wings did once take flight,
Oh!
At last the crows call shook them,
Burned feathers falling from the twisted wings of fallen soldiers.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
