Poems from angelfire51
Story of my life.
Dying, dying, dead.
Story of my joy.
Going, going, gone.
Story of my soul.
Mutilating, mutilating, mutilated.
Story of...
They rip off my wings,
my dear brothers. Once kin, now foe.
I watch in despair as my delicate white feathers are wrenched from my back,
I...