elfrockstar

Little angel,
Tapped up on the cross.
Dripping on the floor,
Her life.

Tears roll down,
Carved cheeks.
Sinner and saints,
Pray holding its feet.

Lost in their world.
Praying to dark gods.
Looking for light.
Finding only gray failing life.

Little angel,
Slipping down off the cross.
To the floor stained with,
Her life.

Tears dry up,
Grim lips smile wide.
Happiness takes her.
Hands round thin ankles,
Shudder away.

Found a mortal path.
Screams out her sobering wrath.
Tearing away white wings.
Pick up one feather to remember,
All those hallow things.