What is the point of wings,
If they will only stop my fall?
Maybe I want to die mid-descent,
The death immortality stole.
No angel commits suicide,
Because they they cannot fall.
Their wings always catch them.
Without a warning call.
Torn are my gone wings,
Quickly I shall drop.
Fall and fall I will go,
All I wish is for no stop.
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Eternally Silenced
PoetryPoetry about love, darkness, tears and the paranormal. A dark look on life using music and words. Words can never be silenced... ... Only the human voice.
