You tried to touch the sun
Two wings and a loaded gun
Against a sea of monsters and a sky of ennemies
Fangs dripping of jealousy
You can fly above the emptiness
Of human's minds, but not above your sadness
You can't fly away from your fate
You only know you came too late
Run, jump, start to fly
Escape the amount of lies
Go higher and higher
Until your wings are in fire
You start to fall but you are still flying
Until they cut what's left of your wings
Splits of laugh wounding your back
You're not ready when they attack
Feathers turning around
You're breaking without a sound
Mockery, hate, guilt and lies
You broke when you were trying to rise
Rumors have crushed you
And under your dying corpse there's just blue
Your brain is cold but your heart is burning
And your blood escapes through your wings
The sea under you will be your grave
Now it's too late, you can't be saved
Blue and red, you're close to lose
The ocean is the color of a bruise
And when your bleeding back crash
The surface is black and harsh
Freezing hands are drowning you
Neon skeleton in the deep blue
Waterfall in your blooming throat
You're dying ; it's not your fault
And when your conscience escapes through your feets
You just remember the sun on your lips.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
You tried to touch the sun
Two wings and a loaded gun
Against a sea of monsters and a sky of ennemies
Fangs dripping of jealousy
You can fly above the emptiness
Of human's minds, but not above your sadness
You can't fly away from your fate
You only know you came too late
Run, jump, start to fly
Escape the amount of lies
Go higher and higher
Until your wings are in fire
You start to fall but you are still flying
Until they cut what's left of your wings
Splits of laugh wounding your back
You're not ready when they attack
Feathers turning around
You're breaking without a sound
Mockery, hate, guilt and lies
You broke when you were trying to rise
Rumors have crushed you
And under your dying corpse there's just blue
Your brain is cold but your heart is burning
And your blood escapes through your wings
The sea under you will be your grave
Now it's too late, you can't be saved
Blue and red, you're close to lose
The ocean is the color of a bruise
And when your bleeding back crash
The surface is black and harsh
Freezing hands are drowning you
Neon skeleton in the deep blue
Waterfall in your blooming throat
You're dying ; it's not your fault
And when your conscience escapes through your feets
You just remember the sun on your lips.
This poem is called "Icare" because it's Icarus' name in french and when you split the word in two it's "I care" and I just like this !
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