Angel's Death

These angel’s wings,
Are securely bound.
And these lips stitched shut,
Don’t make a sound.
Tears of crimson red,
Swim in angel’s eyes.
Mouth sewn shut,
Muffling each of the screaming cries.
White wings of glory,
Are now bleeding black,
And thorns tear into,
The angel’s scarring back.
Drowning in a pool of darkness,
As an angel dies,
While one last crimson teardrop,
Falls from angel’s eyes.