Even with its wisdom and knowledge,
It's giant wings speared and chained...
Have you ever felt like dying, hoping not to...
Fair to one, fair to all
they ever do repeat...
Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
If only I had known
the sorrow she had sown...
Falling from the sky,
Reaching for a world unknown...
I'm so tired my eyes are closing,
I'm so wired my minds exploding...
Darkling
sways, swoons upon...
My dear child,
I'm sorry I gave up...
Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...
The crucible brought the mercy
From the winds of the scouring ones...
Mine
I found you inside another...