Ropes and chains bound you to the ground.
They cover your lips,
Forcing you not to make a sound.
Your wings, they have torn it apart.
They wait for the time they can corrupt your heart.
Your wings, pure white in colour
Now, they are covered with crimson blood.
The chair’s been pulled away,
Not minding that it’ll end your life.
Who cares? Nobody seems to cry.
Your smile from your face will fade
Yet it’ll remain as beautiful as a rose.
Your love ones, they can’t help you now.
They don’t even know.
They seal your lips with a playful kiss.
They’ll shoot your heart, they never miss.
They let you hang yourself above the floor.
They let your lungs lose air.
They hide themselves behind the door.
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99 Poems
Poetrya compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
