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The Long Flight To Where I Can't Go
I’ve reached a breaking point.
 High tide and sinister,
 With facetious eyes in lieu of tears.
 The midpoint of destruction
 Searching for escape,
 Some peace of mind 
 Thinking through crystals
 I see rain.
 But the clouds I see aren’t gray.
 I see blue in the eyes of hatred 
 Isn’t that how we learn?
 When the fire burns out, 
 What feeds the flames inside us?
 The will to fight
 Disappearing in flight
 My wings were clipped,
 What’s your excuse?
 I know the falling rain,
 So similar to tears,
 Are like waterfalls on my face.
 Meet me in the middle,
 I’ll show you the way.
 The way to being pure,
 Honest,
 Even though I haven’t been, 
 I know how to be.
 Because my boiling point increases,
 Until magma reaches the chamber.
 When pressure builds,
 I become my own worst enemy.
 Like a ticking bomb,
 I’m counting my seconds
 Until the fuse is short,
 Still I don’t turn tail. 
 I stand and shout my battle cry
 As the explosion passes me by. 
 The cries of those I love blow in the breeze
 Slicing wounds into my soul.
 Their voices
 Are shackles locked to my ankles.
 Chained to my heart.
 They’ve bound me to a god-forsaken place 
 With no escape! 
 With no trail in the sky.
 I look to the heavens
 But what I see looking back at me,
 Isn’t so beautiful.
 The tears of those I love
 Fall from facetious eyes.
 I can’t see now.
 My mind,
 A labyrinth of color.
 The crystals have cut me from inside out.
 These shackles rub raw to the bone,
 Please let me go!
 But when the key is lost 
 And those eyes tease
 And taunt,
 I’m embraced by shards of onyx
 Coiled into copper 
 As the wind blows paint the color of amethyst.
 Isn’t that how we die?
 The rain flooding my soul
 I’m not a grazer
 I’m meant to browse
 To go out in the rain,
 To run through the flames,
 Spread my wings! 
 And break the mirror in front of me
 With what little time I have left
 In the hourglass turned upside down
 As the grains of sand fall like rain drops
 They puncture my wings
 Like bullets.
 And now I’m flying! 
 I’m flying!
 And I head straight for the sunrise.
 The sparkles playing off the waters
 Blinding the naked eye.
 The thrill of the unknown before my sights
 Suppresses and appetite
 I never knew I had.
 Because I’m free!
 But then I remember
 After takeoff,
 These shackles bear bruises of pride.
 I’m not going anywhere. 
 Stuck in this god-forsaken place
 They’ve branded me with leisure! 
 Now of lesser value,
 I can see again.
 Though I wish I couldn’t. 
 I see the pain in the eyes of those I’m going to lose
 When I leave them behind.
 But I’ll leave you my memories for the time being.
 I won’t be gone forever.
 Just long enough to build my own walls.
 A castle of medieval defenses
 No chains,
 No locks,
 No keys, 
 No strings attached.
 But when I 
 Think to braid the strings of my imagination
 My little world slowly unravels.
 Thread by thread.
 Now, I’m glued to the thought of midair misfortune
 As the rain washes me clean.
 A misconception of raw purity
 Brutal honesty taught me to live.
 I’ll live a while longer
 Yearning for freedom,
 Open air awaits
 Calling me in the wind
 I lift my wings
 The breeze carrying through the rips in my sails
 Standing on the edge of sanity 
 Ready for takeoff
 With sights of blue in eyes of hatred,
 My head turns to the view behind me.
 I’m still a prisoner.
 My warden,
 The life of those I claim.
 A life sentence to rabid gore.
 It’s not fair.
 I don’t want luxury.
 I just want my freedom!
 A journey just for me. 
 I’m already on my knees.
 Can’t you see?
 My world rains down like stones
 Killing my cotton covered limbs
 I slowly start to shed 
 I’m losing every ounce of my wings. 
 The migration has not yet called me 
 Looking down 
 Ready for a change 
 I see gravity beaten rain drops hitting cotton covered ground
 That water filling those puddles
 Sure look like feathers.

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