Wings Of Black Poem by Jonas Larsen

'I'm a fallen angel, I spread my wings.'
My lonely soul, cries and sings.'
A song of anger, hurt and pain.
As teardrops fall like summer rain.

He raises his voice, cries out louder.
Wipes his tears, and stands up prouder.
Raises up, on wings of black.
Promising, he won't turn back.

A raging fire, within his eyes.
Because of all, the bloody lies.
He is so much more, than he seems.
Filled with hatred, and many dreams.

Split and torn, his heart have been.
But he still stands, keeping up his chin.