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Fallen Angel

Spilling out the dungeon
Fallen angel
I might sacrifice my shadow under darkened suns
Hold up a minute I may never get that  
 
Got heaven above, twist me down with sin in my blood
And I'm sending it back  
A sentence above to fill in the gap
I'm sinning because I'm like that
 
Spilling out my feelings
I might feel them and I might fucking run
Hold it again, I feel it so cold
Gripping steel held straight to my dome
 
Devil in my prayers
Only one who fucking cares
Can't compare me dare to spare me either
Heavy air and liquid ether
 
I'm a fiend, I'm that creature
What I mean, I need to seek it
Secretly a feast depleted
with my demons

I'm a falling idol
Rip me up lost in the tidal force
Rip me from the vital source
Final course, I abort
Written by gazellemon (Bradley J)
Published | Edited 15th Oct 2019
Author's Note
I am feeling good, not suicidal, just getting some energy out on paper.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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