The Unwanted

I've learned little of living
as it continued to
drain angels from heaven.

"Tell me I'm still special"

while I lay breathless
in the asylum afterlife.
I accepted the risk
of fully becoming
one of Them.

The Unwanted.

I once held
words for many,
but the idea of love
stole it's taste from me.

Trying to capture daylight
while floating among
endless false memories.
I don't recall much...

I had dusty wings.
Anchors on my feet.
There's no use since
no one can hear me.

I'm fully becoming
one of the Unwanted
because it's too dark
to be brave.