People stand around me
their curious eyes
Pierce through my fragile skin
their lies tear at me
Their hateful words
pierce my my fragile wings
Each laugh a scar upon my face
Each insult a slash upon my wrist
Their lies and devieving little eyes surround me
A blade shines in my handim digging for comfort,
for ill find it know where else
im digging for salvation
to take me away from this pain
blood rushes through my fingers
evil, tainted hands drag me down
A scream escapes my pale lips
the nightmare that is my existance comes crashing down
in perfect serenity
Death of an angel
So pure
So good
So kind
killed by our own hand
there shall be no salvation for the wicked
