snap my halo and ruin my wings
this kind of heaven, soft and simpering
yearns for a kind of destruction
the word perfect begs to be ruined
this kind of cold, lays in my bones and settles like snow, keeps for days
insides like ice caps, heart a glacier
i baptise in boiling baths
let the smoke rise to heaven
and die there
this kind of thievery, to steal from angels ,
asks for a punishment
the world has robbed me
left an empty soul, hollowed me out,
this kind of apathy, still and silent
stifles the weeping cuts hushes screaming pain

the milky skies crying for colour
the angel livid