For the first time, my eyes opened
Unlike in movies, all they saw was black
My brain found that it connected to nerves
And I used those nerves to rise up
I felt the feeling of wet, and saw the sight of red
Unlike in dreams, all that spanned below me was red
My vision could not see the legs it could feel
And I knew the opacity of the red
Born of flesh, and bathed in blood
We were all created the same way
Our pale wings were shattered, circlets lost
Descending for a lifetime to recuperate
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
