A/N: So, this is the first official poem I have written and I have no idea how good or bad it turned out. I guess that is a warning in itself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Exorcist or poor little Rin

WARNING: Suicide, or rather hints at suicide


The heavens seem so far away

And the world so small

Atop this brick building

That's never seemed so tall

I wonder how they grow

An angel's wings, I mean

Do they grow when they fall

Or from pain they see

Can a demon grow wings

All white like snow

It doesn't seem fair

For my wings to never grow

They all tell me the same

"Stupid demon swine!"

They can't kill my heart

'Cause this death is all mine

So I sit on this roof

Watching minutes go by

And here I wonder

How high could I fly

They always tell me

"Run demon, go die!"

But who would run

When you can easily fly

I may not have wings

Or the heart of a saint

But I will fly so high

With no minute to hate

You see, flying is easy

I'll show them all this

Just aim for the ground

And try not to miss