what if i'm going insane
so manic
i'd collapse it all
in the name of you
and it's for that reason
i'll never sprout white wings from my spine
not that i've ever wished that
but it's nicer to know that i could have
if i so wished
but now my hands are fastened to my sides
and i'm banging this empty skull against stained glass
crying out for you
writhing against cream coated tile
i'm delirious
with faded black feathers falling from my sagging shoulders
because if i ever was an angel
i'm surely not one now
