22 February 2013
One day, I will tear the flesh from my back Peel back the muscle And the tissue To the bone
Only then can my wings emerge. From the bone my wings sprout.
I hold the flesh in my hand so I know I'm an angel.
The white feathers drip with red I'm flying but my blood trail reveals my path. They know where I've been and these wings won't set me free.
Wings • Opuss № I