Angel Skin

Shaking my prison doors viciously
weary of the female odor I possess
concentration locked against the bars, angel wings hidden underneath my dress.

Slowly the demons collect my being
slowly my eyes start to fall
but I won't lose sense of my sanity
even when I've gone and lost it all.

Timid like I've been tortured
frailty and tears set in
even though I may look fine
I'm dying underneath my angel skin.

The prison bars are creaking now
but they won't open, again I fail
no one there to stop me
when each breath of mine turns stale.

The dampness of the corner
the creaking of my shell
help me escape this prison
help me escape this place called hell.

Flourish my everlasting beauty
amplify my agnostic eyes
help the wounded children
please muffle this angels rotting skies.

Tainted hearts will perish
in the core of the angels skin.
Hear the soulful melodious rhythm,
of the angels shattering violin.