And as I plunged into a sea of tears
My heart became sail; set casting to nowhere
Cast out of a world of my own
Cast out like a fallen angel,
Who tried to play a role not of their own
Sitting on my potential,
I sat comfortably on that throne

In a dream, where I've died a thousand times
Wings clipped by a tight breath;
Grasped by the choking words
As a throat made of an exhaust,
—exhausted is the word
A word I've being searching for it's meaning;
In a desperate attempt, such like trying to sew
Through the needle hole, with a wing of a fly

As time idles by in a wasting moment
To fly away in a breath of excitement
Do the good times last forever; seems so unlikely
And in this likeness, the background of my life
I am just a fly,
Lost in the dark of the scary beauty of a night
As the closer I am to beauty,
The closer fears buckles my chest
—I'm honestly just a mess

Avoiding the near view of what truly lies in the dark
I rest in this unknowing; this silhouette of the night