Hella Vegas Kids Say Hella

I have fallen for you. i never got the chacen to tell you, 
'tear these feathered wings from my back.' i couldn't hid 
this internal bleeding. smiles of my filth on my dripping 
second. seconds counting, i fade away with the wind to deny
 me freedom. please let me go. a child bearing his final 
sign. lying in sheets tainted with splattered blood of what
 was once me, but things aren't so beautiful anymore. now i
 am death. these voices i draw are direct, seemingly 
undecieving. nothing comes out so simple. i notice i tore 
these wings with my own hands. everything seperating me 
from what is life. entwined in messages of inexistence and 
missing memories desolving like my one love, my only love. 
i will never feel your touch while i hear my name from your
 lips again. my sunrise is the darkness. i will miss you.