I am the Bird of Hermes,
I devoured my own wings,
And that is how I keep myself tamed.
Like a dark ghost you haunt me,
Wherever I go, your memories stalk me,
You think you knew me,
But the reality is far from the fantasy,
You have just seen the worst in me,
How would you look at me now?
A piller of strength,
One, with dangerous potential,
in the end, it's all sequential
Part of the tragedy is that life is unforgetful,
So strong that others fear my potential,
So dark and timid, yet so calm it offsets,
the storm that goes where I go,
To the point where I have to bite my wings,
And stop myself from soaring,
Cause this is not the story of Icarus,
But of the Fallen Bird that outgrew the master,
Yes, I am the Bird of Hermes,
And I devoured my own wings,
So that I remain tamed.
For all those broken souls who have found healing, but cannot help think of the dark past that shaped them.