The wings that turned to ashes
Taught me how to wear eyeglasses
Like seeing through the pages of guilt
A painful vision of the past that was built

The cry from those years are now
My longing tears are exhibiting a smile
A discontent entity that flows in my veins
Called for the fire that is still unburnt

I am rusty and I can't trust me
The signs I am falling on top again
Is a means of crashing back
To the black hole of miserable haunting

These wings are severely wounded
Scarred in nature
Feathers plucked within a soul
The drive to horizons are fading

Slowly I became less
And every bit of it is part of a test
I am the nightmare of my dream
I am the terror i try to hide

This isn't flying
This isn't falling
It is the journey inside a ball of gravity
Always pulling you down where you meet
Misery