Don’t call me angel

Don’t call me angel
if your eyes seek darkness elsewhere
and miss the fall of my lucifer

Don’t call me angel
if you can’t taste the bitter trace
in the blend of our kiss

Don’t call me angel
‘cause your white bride dress that you want me to wear
would get stained with blood on my open wounds

Don’t call me angel
if you only expect me into your days
and then be surprised to find me wandering into your nights

Don’t call me angel
because I fought until broken feathers
and I won’t hide my damaged wings

Don’t call me angel
if you need a bright knight
to let your demons break loose

Don’t call me angel
when you leave me at the gala ball
and run naked at the bonfire dance

Don’t call me angel
if I’m the crowd
that your solitude is suffering

Don’t call me angel
because delicacy is an abyss
where light and darkness are bound
and I won’t miss its grace
to stay in the castle you imagined for me