“Enough is enough” said she and ripped off her wings; Walked out the door, her back now bleeding, lighted her cigarette, sipping on whiskey. “I have senses, I feel, I have a voice that speaks, I have eyes that see and a mind that thinks Oh, it’s a lost cause, this divinity, So screw you … Continue reading Angel.
Why do you call yourself broken? Why do you seek sympathy? When you're the cause And yours is the effect? Why do you say you're strong? Why do you call them weak? All you have is pride Even when you're down.