Little black winged demon, what hides
Within the pools of night
That act as your eyes?
What caused you to turn from the light?
Was it a lost love? A betrayal
One you never recovered from?
Were you pinned by Heaven’s Nail
And your tongue struck dumb?
You seem to fierce, so cold, so heartless
Is that you, or an image you seek to cultivate?
The darkness in your eyes—do you wish to confess?
Or is this coldness inside something you sought to create?
Who were you? Were you born this way?
Or did society force you here?
I look at you today
And whisper: “You’re not alone. I’m here.”
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