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The Angel
An angel fallen, and bowed of the head
Eyes clad in darkness, some say sadness
Wings broken, dripping unknown blood
Defeat clear on the visage, maybe regret
Arms bound in hatred, but for what
Silence passes from the lips, caused by fear
Tears fall from eyes bloodshot, blind even
Marks flow down the body, soon to be erased
Brokenhearted the depths consume, yet reject
Feet of a vagabond, calluses rising silently
Tattered clothes wrap the frame, fragile as is
Tell me... What happens to the beauty, the love...
Eyes clad in darkness, some say sadness
Wings broken, dripping unknown blood
Defeat clear on the visage, maybe regret
Arms bound in hatred, but for what
Silence passes from the lips, caused by fear
Tears fall from eyes bloodshot, blind even
Marks flow down the body, soon to be erased
Brokenhearted the depths consume, yet reject
Feet of a vagabond, calluses rising silently
Tattered clothes wrap the frame, fragile as is
Tell me... What happens to the beauty, the love...
Published 27th Jun 2013
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