God hates me;
for all that I have done.
The air grows colder..
Each passing day;
And so does my heart,
As it fades away
Into the cold winter breeze.

Another day, another sorrow.
The words from his lips, just like anthrax;
Poisonous to the soul-
Yet enticing to the mind.

Your love has turned to lust;
Burned my angel wings to dust-
For perpetual was the love I embraced;
And sin had not touched my skin
Until the day I met you.

Never as the wind blows
Have I felt so worthless,
Just as a dead leaf, fallen to the ground-
Our colours have shined bright once,
But have come and gone.
 
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