Broken Wings
My dreams,
they're broken.
Shattered,
torn apart.
I want to fly,
like the rest of them.
Far away,
from these demons.
The blood may be invisible,
but the pain is still there.
My heart,
is on fire,
burning like hell.
My feathers,
now darker than the devils mind.
My feet,
are rooted to the ground.
Screams of pain,
shouts of agony.
My wings,
are broken,
broken like my dreams.
My mind,
is poisoned,
poisoned with lies.
Broken wings,
cannot be fixed
Broken dreams,
cannot be replaced.
Wishes,
are for fools.
Fools,
who still believe.
I have no faith,
no hope.
Once they're gone,
they're gone.
My broken wings,
are my identity.
We whisper,
to keep secrets.
Protect,
your broken wings.
Keep a hold,
of your dreams.
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Silence
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