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Wings and Pretty Things
you move like a nightmare
shadows shake in the wake
i fear for any angel's sake
stifled wings caught in a quake
the beat never ends
just starts a different pace
when i close my eyes
it's painted on my lids
realization of your name
coughing, sputtering through my veins
like an question with no answer
echoing like an empty prayer
no black, no white
vague, fuzzy images
moving ceaselessly in time
this bothersome old rhyme
they break on walls of thought
shattering in brilliant shards
like black crow messages
like pieces of my heart
