Breathing shallowly in the air of allegiance
to my self proclaimed personal savior
I stood grasping on to the hope of tomorrow
mistrust encrusted within a barren field of lies
weak knees and broken heart
I fell on command
the taste of poison on my lips he could not taste
His true falter was me
empty and cold yet the inferno within blazed on
never dying
He saw it and only killed me further
until the crimson stains on his hands wore faded
The dead inside and weak out
defeated the king of the damned
He thought he had won
ripping my wings so I could no longer fly
he had no idea that slowly
I mended my wings in solitude
stitch by stitch
in the darkness
wiping my bloody tears away
I spoke the words I hid for so long
of the sheer torture that I endured
as I spread my broken wings
the clouds parted and the night fell behind me
into the distance I flew
released from my chains
he gazed up to watch
his skeletons finally walk out
he never knew
no he never thought
that the broken little girl
would regain her wings
beating him at his own wicked game
smiling to know this was finally the end

 
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