The Angles of Reflection

I watch my hands break through the surface
A reflection of myself
I watch as my fingers trace along my skin
I’m begging for some help

I can feel the venom resurface
And the anxiety set in
I can feel it as I scald my skin beneath the water
Burning away my sin

I can lose my mind beneath this canopy
This brilliantly massacred sunset
A masterpiece
The years stretch on forever
And my wings begin to bleed

I can hear that voice so distant now
I can’t breathe, I can’t fight now
I can’t scream, I can’t see how

I could be resurrected and
If these broken wings could fly
I could be a brilliant angel

The one that vanquishes this monster that breeds inside
The one that knows right from wrong
And to think nothing of regret

Instead I’m here reflecting back
The essence that’s unmet
Un-kept like the stardust we’re all made of
Insane like all those songs we wish we’d made up

But true, like love, that burns and scalds
But feels so beautiful when it’s all…

All that we’re living for in this twisted world
Even angels with bleeding wings
Beneath massacred canopies unheard

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his touch…
Tears fall from those mudded green eyes he loves so much

And her scars seem like a map to her soul
As his hands trace them all, and her wings unfold

For she knows now, to fly,
Even with broken wings
All she has to do is feel him there…
And she can do anything

So as she steps back, into the cool chilling embrace
The one that distance leaves
Like twisted, knotted lace

She looks back at her reflection
Searching for his face…