Second part of the [Gray Goodbye] project
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FEATHERS
I bear the wings of a gray seeker
A guardian who watches over the forgotten
And keeps their existence, while they linger
In this dimension where they’re unwanted
I grant the curse to not remember
To console them for living without a reason
To be one with the sadness they’re forced to suffer
And continue their stories whilst their ceasing
All my life, I’ve been living
With a gray feather bleeding
On my pulse, it is bleeding
Continuously
I keep watch from above
And my eye descends
Upon the people
Who prefer to pretend
That torture is nothing
But a small matter
That slowly adds up
Till it gains power
Feathers I lay
On the core of the heart
To erase the memories
That tore it apart
And shattered it up
Into helpless little pieces
Like a mistaken paper
With all the correct creases
Feathers I give
To the feeling of pain
I pierce through the skin
To paralyze the vein
To remind you of the wounds
All the tears you have wasted
Upon the despair
That has long been fated
Feathers I use
To forget all the past
That has ruined the future
That destiny has
With all these gray feathers
My wings shall endure
Every single agony
Until I find a cure
Yet all my life, I’ve been living
With a gray feather bleeding
On my pulse, it is bleeding
Until when will it be?
My tears gave me these wings
And sadness made me fly
To raise me from my blood
And bring me back to life
So that my hands can guide
You out of this great pain
And lead you back to where
Your fate decides to stay
My tears gave me these wings
To save you from the time
When all your hopes are gone
And you have crossed the line
To save you from the end
The melancholic end
So that you may live on
With happiness to spend
My tears gave me these wings
My senses disappeared
My eyes deny to see
My ears refuse to hear
My tongue ignores the taste
Of love and truth and hate
For this, the sacrifice
Pertains to my own fate
My tears gave me these wings
For me to be alive
To act the prophecy
In order to survive
To carry on the gray
And lift its weight alone
Until I reach the sky
Until I find my home
The second gray is spoken
The third will come along
Soundtrack inspiration: [Time Bomb] by [All Time Low]
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
