BloodStainedAntlers
sic labitur aetas
- Aug 2, 2026
- 41
I used to write a lot of poetry. Then I lost my words. Everytime I try to write again it just doesnt sound the way it should, but I tried to write again today. It's far from what I consider good, especially compared to my old poetry. Maybe it doesnt really even count as a poem. Maybe its just a string of words and sentences that carry the feelings i could otherwise not express.
Heaven take me back into the cold, endless black
please, free me of my shackles
give me back my wings
I was once an angel too–before
to the underworld they tore
my fragile soul, my brittle heart
I couldn't take the fall
damned to pain from the very start
Heaven, please, hear my call
I dont belong, I cant find peace
I built new wings, from ashes and blood
but everytime i try to fly to you
I fall
Please, I beg you, take my hand
chest-deep in the quicksand
Once so pure, now sordid
tainted by this cruel land
Heaven, oh home
please listen to the wailing drone
of a fallen angel with no hope
no anchor, no rope
Heaven take me back into the cold, endless black
please, free me of my shackles
give me back my wings
I was once an angel too–before
to the underworld they tore
my fragile soul, my brittle heart
I couldn't take the fall
damned to pain from the very start
Heaven, please, hear my call
I dont belong, I cant find peace
I built new wings, from ashes and blood
but everytime i try to fly to you
I fall
Please, I beg you, take my hand
chest-deep in the quicksand
Once so pure, now sordid
tainted by this cruel land
Heaven, oh home
please listen to the wailing drone
of a fallen angel with no hope
no anchor, no rope