If I look deep within myself, I see scars and wounds of old, some of new.
Men have wanted, takened, and succeeded in vandalizing me. They left me bleeding on the ground, wings chopped off with my heart in miniscule pieces.
"LEECHES" I call them, "LEECHES"! I exclaimed.
Flightless am I in this hot sea, sunburned to my tan skin. Water is no friend on my cracked lips.
Wanderer into a nohmad, alone is what I've become. My wings began to sprout out feathers, but it'll be a time before I can fly.
Oh high ones why?
Must the mind of men be so warped they are nothing but dogs?
No woman is sacred in this life and love cease to exist.
From selfless to selfish, rags to beauty back to rags. Respect of no one or nothing.
Purity ran away into the sky, that's how I flew high.
Only when I looked to the ground and frowned did I fall to the hounds.
But I bear this sandy hell in hopes of returning back to heaven, while searching for a spiritual portal with the water elixir of life.
