They said an angel died last night and that her wings were ben | Confess

They said an angel died last night and that her wings were bent and bloody
I went to see for myself , naturally

It was horrid they'd said,I found that to be a lie
Did they say she was dead?
she looks more alive than I
And it is not an ugly red that gushes from her torn skin
It is vibrant and harmonious
unlike any color I've ever seen

I looked at her wings they said were broken and mangled
But all I saw was delicacy
and art in the way the feathers were entangled

I saw daisies shed their petals to make a halo around her head
I saw tulips grow out of concrete ; life emerging from something dead

My eyes have seen the worst of humanity
The bad the ugly and our conceits and vanity
And I don't even know what it must feel like to live pure
To learn to ignore this wretched world's allure

So what I am saying is, she managed to die pure and in beauty
While I wasted away and lived under a cloud of blasphemy