the sky is dark, the wind is cold
the night is young before it is old
chapped lips and whispers told
fifteen dollars for fool's gold
piece of paper, seven inches each side
folded once, kicked to your curbside
folded twice, back to your bedside
crease the edges, ventured to confide
bend me over, i'm just a temporary respite
im an origami crane:
happiness feigned and nothing gained
rough edges, torn on every vein
an amalgamation of champagne and bloodstains
my drink, my blood
every cut, a flower buds.
im an origami crane:
let me explain
you're my main
but i'm yours to maim
folded over for you like paper under your skilled fingers
the ghost of your shadow still lingers
your words left splinters
yet you still call me the sinner.
im an origami crane:
your prisoner, restrained with a ball and chain
i'm your abel, you're my cain
i'm the naive, innocent, little lamb
you're the one with a scythe in your hand
cages and corrals are make up your kingdom
i am a bird, and i should be able to fly.
i'm an origami crane:
locked in a tower, detained
i have wings but i cannot call them my own
appendages of paper, too heavy to fly
appendages of paper, might as well be stone
ball and chain hold me down.
i'm an origami crane:
i can't fly, but i can fall
i can't float, but i can drown
i'm an origami crane:
folded myself backward for you
locked in this tower because of you
emotional scars from you
ripped myself at the edges for you
but im still an origami crane:
i have my rips, and i have my scars
and finally i've come to realize that
my worth isn't dependent on your opinion
i'm a piece of paper, 7 inches each side
ive been folded, bent, manipulated
yet in the end, everything ive gone through
it formed something beautiful.
i am an origami crane, and at last i'm free from you.
