These Wings.

To sum it up in two words: Romantic tragedy--A personal expirience of mine.

these wings Crack and Slowly turn Black,
taking us Back to Desolation,
we Fall Helplessly into the Oblivion,
we Cry-and for that Instant we wish,
that we could Disappear-become Nothing,
i Fallowed Love, you Fallowed Lust,
we’re the New Romeo and Juliet’s,
too Bad we didn’t Die on Time,
before our Love Fell Apart-we Fall,
i’m going to Purge myself-be Free of Guilt,
i’m No Longer Yours-you were Never Mine,
i’m Proud of my Choices-I Loathe yours,
you’re Digging yourself a Deeper Hole,
soon you’ll be Burying yourself with Lies,
Inside of me you Shine so Bright,
my Heart still Sees you so Clearly-we Fall,
i’ll Cut your name into my Wrist,
and Cherish you-my Heart to Keep,
even if there’s just One more Beat-Kiss me Please,
you Used to Hold my hand so Tight,
telling me Everything would be Alright,
we’ve Lost eachothers hands-we Fall Down,
the Dark Holds us Apart-Restraining us,
these wings Crack and slowly turn Black,
there’s no Turning back-we’ve Fallen Down too Far.