My wings dissolved into nothingness,
As I watched you slaughter forever after,
On a makeshift altar of unfounded faults
and salted mantras.
My mind is a haunted house of broken
fairy-tales and twisted portraits,
Of blissful futures that’ll never be.
Sometimes, only pain can gift you wisdom.
Where fences on hilltop ranches are low,
Even the wisest horse believes jumping over is freedom.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
My wings dissolved into nothingness,
As I watched you slaughter forever after,
On a makeshift altar of unfounded faults
and salted mantras.
My mind is a haunted house of broken
fairy-tales and twisted portraits,
Of blissful futures that’ll never be.
Sometimes, only pain can gift you wisdom.
Where fences on hilltop ranches are low,
Even the wisest horse believes jumping over is freedom.
