Lies Rest Upon Your Lips Of Pure

June 6, 2009
By Dulce BRONZE, Paducah, Kentucky
Dulce BRONZE, Paducah, Kentucky
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You walk upon a path of gold,
leave all behind!
You're on your way!
Your soul is wanting more than I can give.
You're on your way!
Your golden feathers are sheding from your wings,
leave all behind!
Demonic flesh replace the skin.
You said you loved me,
lies on your lips,
your perfect lips,
one last kiss before you go?
I need you though,
can I shed my wings?
Or would I drag you down?
You are a god,
you demand praise,
I give.
You are a sinner,
I sacrafice myself.
Leave me behind,
walk apon your path of gold,
with your demonic skin blending into the night.
I'll be okay,
you promised you would never leave me behind.
So I'll wait.
And I know you will return,
some day.
Tomorrow or in years.
You will return,
I know because you promised this,
and 'your perfect lips don't lie',
you said.
To bad I didn't realize
that was a lie aswell.

The author's comments:
This was inspired by a dream I had. A woman on a bed drenched in blood, somehow I knew it was to save her love. The man walking out the door with demonic wings, the woman with angel wings that were molting. He promised he would return, as the woman held her arms outstretched to embrace him, he turned around to face the door and smirked.

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on May. 5 2017 at 10:54 pm
CrossBow PLATINUM, Harlem, Georgia
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You have some serious talent that needs to be shared with others! Continue to write and show off your talent!


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