He bid her farewell
And chose Hell
he never knew bliss
he was ejected from the sky
A wounded bird
His mother had discarded him an infant
Because he was "sin personified”
A Fallen angel
He lived a pawn between two Angels
Steeped in between
A shattered wine bottle
And the embrace of a cheap whore
They do not know mercy
They do not know remorse
The sound of their arguing
Left in his heart deep wounds
And excruciating pain
He chose to leave
Escape to another dimension
Perhaps he could find relief
When he flies away
But the sky
Tired of the beats of
His troubled heart
His breath hitched
Clipped his wings
As if they were a burned-out candle wick
There is no place in the sky
For a wingless bird
There is no place in the sky
For a heart quivering with the storm
Turmoil in his soul
As dark as a solar eclipse
An endless abyss swallowed up by the storm
When he opened his eyes
After the Fall
He became subject to new bonds
Merciless Mechanical shocks
awakened from the depths of the end
As he tumbles further into darkness
He still dreams of salvation
Maxwell O'Reilly
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