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Wings Without a Purpose
Woke up again in a bloody mess
A calling to the heart for severe distress
A devilish grin that satisfies the hunger
Only to grab and pull me asunder
Drowning deep in the hole I've created
Wishing the fires beneath can be dissipated
No amount of oxygen to breathe
Depleted of a most precious element
Cornered like a wild animal
To fight back the tides that take me
It's hard to rebel in a sea of lies
Left only for myself
Nothing but the stars that surround
Emanating the essence within me
To remind myself of the wings I possess
But what good are the wings
If the fallen ones cant get back up?
No matter how hard you try
No matter how hard you fight
You'll only end up a lie
Covered in the bullshit that drags you down
What is it I see in those with no wings?
What good are the wings
When you cant fly?
Or when you can't shine its light
On those who are in need?
A diluted hope that rests inside
No more time do I have to bide
It's do or die
When I watch those below me
Fall out of reach
Yet I am too scared to fly
