Blood streaks down my wrists caught in my fists
My crumpled wings sizzled and hissed
As holy water dripped ‘pon this tattered frame
A cacophonous chorus screams my name
In the dark, I scream out from this abyss
Destined to draw breath in this shame
Frivolous sutures leak like a punctured cup
Divine lies slither through all my makeup
Black streaks slipping down my face
Thoughts lying strewn all over the place
Yet the shackles round my wrist lockup
Before falling to my side by some grace
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