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Flightless

Flightless, the red glare in my eyes makes you stare.
Beware my wings are razor sharp.
My sword slashes your heart. You say I left you,
But truth is I fall and lost you.
Are you scared of what I become? The battle I lost, the war I won.
Your dyer fate hasn’t begun.
Flightless, I want your blood to be on my hands. I want your heart on a silver plate
And we can have ourselves a dinner date. Flightless,
You sorry you fall in love with a fallen angle.
Truth is I’m just fallen.
There’s no angle here the signs in front of my house say beware.
Sawed your eyes shut.
So you couldn’t see me. You are mines; I’ll do what I please!
Your soul belongs to me!

(2013)

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