• Sharpened wings
    Strapped to your back;
    Twisted strings
    Tightened around your neck;
    Ugly black feathers
    Make up the wings you bear,
    And those terrible darkened fibers
    Are the strings of which you wear.

    How I empathize with thee,
    A limited soul bound with chains so cold;
    You cannot speak,
    And yet you do as you’re told.
    But who are you to be enslaved?
    Must your tombstone be already engraved?

    You sit there, upon the brink,
    Too scared to even blink.
    Pain earns you knowledge
    And sends you to the edge
    Of sanity.
    Don’t gaze at me with vanity,
    For I am no better than you:
    A bleeding body torn in two,
    Needing to be sewn.

    Your skin may be slicked with sweaty grease,
    And your brain may be wrecked with disease,
    But this destructive pulse flows through me
    So I can finally see
    Why you bleed so heavily:
    Those wings on your shoulders;
    They were drawn there by the Death Holders.

    So shatter the illusion,
    And break the chains;
    Shed your black feathered wings
    And strip the bloody remains.

    Save yourself,
    So that you may save me as well…