Empty poets, pretend angels,
Handing out halos to those who read.
Painting ideas and downward angles,
To hell we go, I'll take the lead.
I lie about the skies,
Chanting about lost wings.
Who's the first to die?
Awaiting heaven's bell to ring.
I'll tempt you with past and sorrow,
Crushing what's left of “life”.
What can I do with this shadow,
If I was never meant to fly?
Let's bring the light to darkness,
Heaven brought to hell.
If our wings remain tainted,
Then we'll wait for the shatter bell.
©emily_cjw
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