Cut up angel

Cut up angel with torn down wings
i hear your hidden pain when you sing.
Do your feathers singe
when you touch my burning sinners skin?
Fucked up angel held up by strings,
does your halo draw you down
with the weight of being?
Will my horns tear through you;
will your wings suffocate me?
Hung up angel swaying in the breeze
can you still hear me?
Eyes glazed over,
neck red and raw
under loose-limbed jaw.
No point in cutting you loose,
your halo has become your noose.