My heart is made of wings

With frozen thorns and things

That dig into the flesh

Blood drips to refresh

My ancient darkened soul

Filling its bottomless hole

The wind plucks a feather

And writes a song of weather

Sings it to the one it’s for

The one that I adore

Even though it’s but a gentle hiss

I pray to God his ears won’t miss

For I am far away

In the locket of the night, he walks through the day

I squint to see the silhouette in the sun

To see where my life had once begun

Then I turn around and kneel

And pray for him my heart to steal

To free me of the bleeding thorn

So my heart may be reborn

And spread its tangled wings

When new life it brings

And by the time it is reborn

He’ll have fulfilled what he has sworn