If you take my wings, I will run instead

An angel can only fall, with clipped wings
But a demons tail is harder to trap
Wings can be a strain on a back
Migraines from the weight of a halo
But hot red runs through the veins though

A hug from the front, it would seem
But a knife in the back wasn’t planned
Twisted with a disloyal hand
And the eyes that were open and seen
Witnessed the eyes that were jealous and green

A foot can easily slip from a cloud
Initiated by the deviance of misguidance
Against the faith and trust of the kind-hearted
Smug and nasty that smile is to see,
A sad tear splash on the carpet

There is no such thing as complete tolerance
Just a confusing kind of heartbreak from a burning ear
Because people always like to believe what they hear
So we angels started carrying machine guns
And from our noble chests roar,
‘The rebellion has come!”

By Kiri Gray ©