Gray, the mixture of deep black secrets and the Innocence of an angel 

My wings flutter around screaming purity yet locality I lost is a stab in my heart

Gemstones, Jewels, and precious metals I adorne

The pride of richness is my biggest honor

Tho, those who surround eye my pride as if my purity is a lost of it’s own

My pride may be materialistic by my heart isn’t 

So, was material more important than my valuable heart?

Mockery is often the subject, Knifes are protected, material is the value of my heart, and life is deemed worthless

Twirling the shape bladed knife, I graze it over my nerves ever so slightly 

Now I ponder was being born with riches really wroth the hassle

The near reflection of my shadow fills me with guilt

As I slowly pierce my skin, blood gushes out and my nerves turn gray

Gray, the mixture of deep black secrets and the innocence of an angel but the outcome of a tainted purity