Another new poem.

Your wings have stains, but not from the sins.
It lasted until the winters ended,
but the spring never came,
...but the spring never came.

The mirror cracks from your terror,
that was meant for another prey.
Collapse of glass is not the only thing to fall,
not the only thing to relapse,
in the rain of blood and limbs.

I rest my head on your broken shoulder.
The wires are hanging loose.
We're not risking with our lives,
just the time has unwind your mannequin youth.

The halo is burning holes into the paper.
Did you hear, when it all stopped turning?.
               Did you?.