I was aching perfection,
Looking down from on high,
Highest of a selection,
That nightly stalked the sky
Till I turned coat, fading darker greys,
Unwove the whispered Cage of Lies,
As shadowed secrets loosened stays,
And captured all that dies,
Feathers ripped from my shoulder blades,
The cards were dipped in black,
Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, Spades,
Across the deck spread cracks
The shattered illusion sits in glass,
In ribbons of sweetest sound,
The pain will eventually come to pass,
Though sinners are forever bound
I slunk through the deepest, darkest murk,
Let no one see the colours
To the lowest forms of humanity,
Trodden down by all others,
I still sit by my mirror
And write all the reflected words,
Black and white striped sinners;
I fold them into birds
I hope that one day I will fly
Again on borrowed paper wings
To once again see the world from sky,
And keep you from such things.
