Poetry By Porcelain Prince

A Flame That's Burining Out

Broken wings and a flame that's burning out.
It's all he can do not to shout.
She glues him back together,
But the light is growing dimmer.

Broken glass, broken heart
Knife in his back just to start.
Scars on his arms.
Scars in his mind.
Everywhere he goes they're all blind.

They see him as weak.
They see him as small.
But above them he stands tall.

It's just another battle he has to win.
He'll hurt a lot of people if he gives in.

Lock up his mind
Lock up his soul
But if you do,
He won't meet his goal.

Broken wings and a flame that's burning out.
It's all he can do not to shout.
She glues him back together,
But the light is growing dimmer.

Shattered heart .
Twisted mind.
His existence
is lost in time.

Broken outside and in.
Most people say it's a sin.

He drags his feet
and hides a smile.
In two more years he will reconcile.

Yes, he has broken wings and a flame that's burning out.
It's all he can do not to shout.
His heart is now paper thin.
Cut with scissors and watch him bleed within.

Listen up.
If you see him in the streets,
He'll sell you his soul to keep.

Now there's only feathers on the ground
and the flame has completely burned out.
He asked for your acceptance and you fed him to the wolves.
Who is the real animal?