Gravity keeps me keen to the world.
I love the blades of green delight when they tickle at my toes.
I love the rays of yellow dwarf.
At my freckles, they jest.
It seems senseless how our Masters get away with ******
We sharpen their blade and willingly hand it to Master.
And he drives it back into our chest.
A willing sacrifice, I would admit.
But I fear the feeling of helplessness
curses my allegiance to the Gods.
So tonight I close my helpless eyes
and learn to fly for forever.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
Gravity keeps me keen to the world.
I love the blades of green delight when they tickle at my toes.
I love the rays of yellow dwarf.
At my freckles, they jest.
It seems senseless how our Masters get away with ******
We sharpen their blade and willingly hand it to Master.
And he drives it back into our chest.
A willing sacrifice, I would admit.
But I fear the feeling of helplessness
curses my allegiance to the Gods.
So tonight I close my helpless eyes
and learn to fly for forever.
