Always the victim
The blood keeps dripin’
Stiches ain’t working ..
For him anymore .
He keeps on falling
His wings now broken , he is dying
He looks up at the sky
He doesen’t see it , it’s do dark for it’s bright
Still he doesen’t say anything , not anymore
Maturity is his desire , the dream he longs on for
The walls are closing up while the life fades away
Squeezing all the energy as his death is on a delay
At last , he has fallen in desire
Hungering for what others have for a while
Dead , no feeling lays now in his heart
All gone in just a fragment of time , of art ..
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