How I Became The Sea

It Hurts To Be An Angel

I ran my knife down an angel's throat,

It slit open;

I wanted to see if purity would scream like I did.

I plunged my sword straight through an angel's chest,

It bled agony;

I wanted to feel the pain that I did.

I allowed my soul to crucify its life,

It said, "save me"

I wanted to see if it lived like I did.