How cruel is it for God to give me wings.
Amongst all the other petty things?
And still bind me to the Earth,
Avoiding my death, same as my birth.
Three times I fell,
Three times I broke into hell.
A fourth one there shall not be.
No more, will the night listen to my plea.
As heavy rains poured from the stars,
I swore that this world would be ours.
My lies were too well glazed.
You left my insides completely razed.
These lungs can’t hold any more water.
My blood boils, and it’s only getting hotter.
Ice can hold only so much,
My soul is also, such.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
How cruel is it for God to give me wings.
Amongst all the other petty things?
And still bind me to the Earth,
Avoiding my death, same as my birth.
Three times I fell,
Three times I broke into hell.
A fourth one there shall not be.
No more, will the night listen to my plea.
As heavy rains poured from the stars,
I swore that this world would be ours.
My lies were too well glazed.
You left my insides completely razed.
These lungs can’t hold any more water.
My blood boils, and it’s only getting hotter.
Ice can hold only so much,
My soul is also, such.
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