Empire of Fallen Stars
I hold my breathe,
and pray for death.
To escape this prison I've descended into.
I slowly suffocate,
in the darkest place.
I've fallen from grace,
without a trace.
My wings are torn.
My skin is worn.
Never will I escape this hellish space,
or my cursed fate.
My dreams have died,
and here is where I lie.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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