The Black Angels Tale

I saw that name and immediately cracked. It was then I knew you weren't a friend. It was before that i knew. and before that and before that. You always had that knife behind your back. And wondered how it was that i knew to fly. And then one day you learned to levitate with your mind. Then said wings are dumb and left my mind a mess. You left the knife with me And took everything. Now all you do is look down and wonder why I'm sad. I cant help but look up and wonder myself who was more mad. Then I realized the cold metal this blade was all you ever had. But still....Yet still, this steel, you steal. This chill, on this hill, feels ill. And tho I understand. You didn't give a damn. Don't ask how my wings grew back, don't ask why they became so black, they fill the night and brings an early death from the sight of my flight. And though I never asked to be this way. I still feel that pain. I carry scars line up and down, how many can you trace? You may run for many years and I still wont be far away. For you called me every little thing and now I cant be swayed. All I want in return is the light you crushed in me. And on your mantel on your trophy case. The thing I searched for everywhere "My stupid little wings"