My Only Hell
Shamed is casted upon my wings
Like pure snow on empty trees.
I see the lost love ironed on their skins
Clad in light blue is the symphony dancing among the leaves.
A breath of an angle freezes my last petal in place.
The space she clears amid the strings of white
Claims apart of my soul through every swallow I take.
Metals mixes in the sin with a last touch humanity has.
The seas drip off into the mounains marked above.
I don't think I will last.
The fear is far to great for me and any demon to live through.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world