on the wings of misery

February 11, 2010
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my dreams made me a liar
my wings made me a monster
why do we pose like angels,
while listening to the devils on our shoulders?
when all we really are
is as good as what we hide behind
but the plastic, lies, and paint
could never disguise your hate
i see you, for what you really are
nothing but a beauty marred
insides ripped open show scars
lets see who you really are
you hated me for what i am
now ill be everything you cant
ill use these wings to fly away
ill show you days alone in hate
leaving you in misery
ill leave you the life
that you left me

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purplechoc said...
Mar. 7, 2010 at 4:33 pm
nice metaphor and honest words/thoughts
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