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"
Copyright © Dayneissa Byrd | Year Posted 2020
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