wings

On wings of blood
she flies now,
the angel of
my undoing.
She scored her arms
and wings unfurled,
burgandy.
Wings that carried her
through my body
igniting nerves,
nerves that curled
like vines in fire.
She was pain
and now I am
nothing.

Oblivion kisses
my bleeding scars
and grants me rest
in empty arms
To let me dream
of simple things
While wrapped
in dark demonic wings

The bird leaves the cliff
Its wings two swords in the sky
Slipping I fall down