He feels the tightness it presses upon
His appendages, all that was free
Now tightly
Wrapped,
*Buckled,
Harmful
Ways kept beyond his reach
He is in
"Feathers of insanity"
They keep his wings solidly
In place, for with them open
"They would expand"
Cutting,
"Upon his flesh"
Cutting,
"Upon his madness"
Cutting,
That which is a reflection seen,
"Gouged out"
Blind to the madness consuming he,
But this was
Rambling,
Delirium,
Delusions
Of a now tattered mind
He would forever be
In the purity of the jacket
"Pristine and padded bright white"
Lost in that shattered place, the landscape of his mind.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
He feels the tightness it presses upon
His appendages, all that was free
Now tightly
Wrapped,
*Buckled,
Harmful
Ways kept beyond his reach
He is in
"Feathers of insanity"
They keep his wings solidly
In place, for with them open
"They would expand"
Cutting,
"Upon his flesh"
Cutting,
"Upon his madness"
Cutting,
That which is a reflection seen,
"Gouged out"
Blind to the madness consuming he,
But this was
Rambling,
Delirium,
Delusions
Of a now tattered mind
He would forever be
In the purity of the jacket
"Pristine and padded bright white"
Lost in that shattered place, the landscape of his mind.
