The corners of my heart and head
Have had a falling out.

Look! It is Icarus coming for a new set of
Wings; maybe a heart.
We can all use another one.

The golden threads have melted away,
All in the case of pride and impatient flight.
Listen child, for there is much to both learn,

And unlearn.

Suicide and death have separate rooms, just like youth and cleverness do.
Take one without the other;
There's your incomplete lover.
It took him death to see his mistakes.
Fathers know all, except how to stay.

Those hearts left to rot inside the corpses;
I'm sorry we forgot about you.
Look! Icarus lives!
Father knows best in times of death.
That said...those wings are made of sin and wax.

He still lives though.
It still lives though.
The corners of my
Head and heart have
Had a falling off;

A falling out.