Sep 2014
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There he was
Glowing in a bundle of stars
Shifted to see his dull reflection
There was no glory in his eyes for they melted a long time ago
Back when the birds flew and the sun smiled
It was all metal now
His world
Tilted into a triangle
Inverted in ink
He had a crumpled paper heart
With permanent creases
He was imperfect
He buried himself in minutes
Swallowing the hollowness from out the air
The shallow room was nothing more
Than a stained glass prison
He disliked the colors
Wishing they would bleed from his sight
They did
But it was only because his prison shattered
For his wings had bloomed
The colors he hated were on his wings
He was free
But he will never forget how his freedom came to be
For those colors were the sorrow he suffered
Now they are the jewels of his rebirth
~~
There he was
Glowing in a bundle of stars
Shifted to see his dull reflection
There was no glory in his eyes for they melted a long time ago
Back when the birds flew and the sun smiled
It was all metal now
His world
Tilted into a triangle
Inverted in ink
He had a crumpled paper heart
With permanent creases
He was imperfect
He buried himself in minutes
Swallowing the hollowness from out the air
The shallow room was nothing more
Than a stained glass prison
He disliked the colors
Wishing they would bleed from his sight
They did
But it was only because his prison shattered
For his wings had bloomed
The colors he hated were on his wings
He was free
But he will never forget how his freedom came to be
For those colors were the sorrow he suffered
Now they are the jewels of his rebirth
~~
