With broken wings
And silver rings
The painted angel falls from grace
Bleeding and broken with a smile on her face.
Ink and blood and a promise written in skin
Dreams shattered and hope drowned in passionate sin
Fresh wounds disquise wounds of old
As she wanders the world alone and cold
The needle burns
Her identity turns
New secrets revealed
Her wounds have healed
She paints her skin with new wings
She pierces her skin with metal rings
The painted angel closes her eyes
And remembers what it is to fly.
-Angelic Descent