Let the wings beat against the gears of time; let the rain wash away my sin. Feel the rusted iron against my skin- the shackles that chain my soul. Let the storm settle in, let the flame of freedom lick my heart with desire.

Release the passion, strength, and opinion; watch it explode like thunder chasing lightning, screeching and heaving against a glass window.

It overlooks the sea, with a drowning moon swimming on pure black. Let me sit in the tall grass and smell the green between my fingers, the red that litters the field of flowers with a sickly sweet poison that shatters perception.

Release me. Remember me.

Let me fly.