These wings are painted black
My hair as dark as that
A shadow casts in the back
This life is a trap.
Reprimanded good intentions
Like creed in suspension
Unjust acts cause my affliction
Agony is my new addiction.
Every time I am alone
Feeling like a Queen on my throne
I think of this lie I have known
That my true colours can't be shown.
I let the rain pour over me
Wash away the black on my wings
A colour change is what I see
Radiant red, blue, and ivory.
These colours were meant to shine
Throughout all of this time
I had been so blind
To the beauty beneath black tainted lines.