Iâ??m stuck in the pit of darkness, my wings are torn and broken I struggle by the thought of spreading my wings and flying into oblivion.
I see the crystal sky just teasing me with its infinity freedom my eyes start to wilter like the trees in autumn. This pain of emptiness finds its way back to me.
Stranded, broken, lost and frightened.
Any thought of hope and freedom in now lost in the never-ending darkness.
My white wings become saturated in this bright red thick blood. My eyes start to read the lines on the wall then I fall out of my brokenness and into this feeling of willingness
I hear the birds and smell the breeze where am I?
I was lost but now I am found but where, where am I?
I donâ??t care anymore my wings are healed and Iâ??m ready to deal with my past at last.
The past makes you stringer, the present lets you live and you can only hope for a better future.
