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Tears fall at the funeral for an angel
She lays in her coffin, her dress so white
Sadness emanates from the room next door
It seeps through the walls and door dripping sickly to the floor
I merely float above her looking at the sweet meat before me
Her sugar lips and tantalizing hips enthrall my fingers and mind
I reach out to touch her deathly pale face and my fingers slip through her

I am her

Mind racing the sadness drips still a sickening sound
The drop, drip, drop echoes in my empty head
I scream but not one soul hears the call of the living dead girl
I still float above my shell and see the beauty I took for granted
The delicious lips and heretic hips tease me with memories
I sob fearlessly and frustratedly looking to see wings on my back

I am an angel

Screaming I rip at the wings coming from my back wincing at each feather I pluck
I pull and cry, no tears do fall only blood drips to the ground
Once wings of white turn gray, blood stains the perfect wings
I fall to the floor the perfect white dress rips and tears showing pale skin
I look now at my gray tattered wings as the doors open wide

I am truly dead

Sad people walk in as I stand unseen in front of my shell
One person stares at me shocked the entire ceremony
After the goodbyes are said he walks up to me
He touches my face and cries softly whispering that I am his angel
My love kisses my cold lips and wraps his hands around my dead hips
I feel his warm mouth and his burning skin

I am a Fallen Angel

He takes my cold hand and pulls me down the steps away from my shell
I feel the tears fall from my dead eyes as I cry
I tell him I am gone and dead that I am nothing more than a corpse
Still he refuses to listen to me as he drags me from the hall
My skin flushes softly and I feel warm again my wings start to fade
He brings me home to our children and they run to my arms
My wings wither away and I feel the breeze in my hair again

I am alive