Oratory On Paper

Child of the Sky

Cryptic whispers swimming in your head. Staining your wrists with that familiar red. How many times have you wished to be dead?

Putting on an act to hide the fact that you feel attacked.

You feel abandoned and alone. By your own father you've been disowned. Is there no way for you to atone?

Close your eyes and put away your disguise. No longer will you have to cry. Say your goodbyes so you can die, and put on your wings so you can fly. 

Child of the sky, so many light years have gone by. 

Those who mourned you have moved on. Found the peace they wanted all along. You put them through hell for so long, but now you're gone!

Child of the sky, though your body rests underlie your heart now soars up high. 

Years pass yet you remain fictitious. After all, mistakes were meant to be surreptitious. 

The embodiment of sinister hidden by wings and preached by the minister.

A devil in the making from all the happiness you've been forsaking. In your heart you feel an aching from your halo finally breaking. 

Stripped of your wings by the almighty kings who've grown tired of holding your strings.

Like a shooting star. Tearing the sky like a scar. Say goodbye to the heavens. Au revoir. 

Child of the Tophet, sorrow is your greatest merit.