My wings became black
the white is gone
ruined and disgraced
I lie soulless on the floor

Feather after feather
someone painted them
with the colour of death
and that of damnation

My wings were covered
in dirt and shame
in guilt and remorse
and in tormenting pain

Feather after feather
I pulled them out
ripping off all my sins
to the floor they swirled

My wings are now gone
I feel empty and
bare, not able to fly
my destiny is destroyed

Father I need wings
etch them on me
ink them into my skin
I’m an angel, I need to fly

Nice. Don't tell me your wings is your happiness?

SalomonKane:
Nice. Don't tell me your wings is your happiness?

Perhaps, in a way...

forandy:


Perhaps, in a way...

I see. In what way, if I may ask?

SalomonKane:
I see. In what way, if I may ask?

...the one whom greater half of my happiness depended on opted leaving amongst other choices?
I guess u see how now