Your Idea of Heaven
I broke my angel's
wings today because
he smiled.
I split his feathers
one by one
'till he cried
out and I bit my lip
'till it nearly bled
because I'm an
innocent, really.
I just can't stand
your idea of heaven..
I only wanted to
play the villain for
a little while,
so,
why did you
smile?
I get bored of
wearing white, it's
not my colour,
I'm sure..
I want to swallow light,
hurt, hot.
you think I'm sweet,
angel I'm not,
I'm just not.
Don't laugh at
me, winged one,
when I sharpen my
black-stained claws.
don't you even dare..
I want to try evil
for a change, be
cruel, seductive, blood-
red stained,
isn't it strange?
I can't stand
your idea of heaven..
So,
I broke my angel's
wings today,
licked up the splinters,
carelessly and
turned him into stone.
He won't sing again
that way,
won't ever smile
again at me, now that
I'm alone..