Bird without wings
Soaring in the skies of dreams
There’s no way to feel free
When fear keeps you from flying
Never tell me you’ll miss me
Because I know you’ll be lying
My heart won’t keep quiet
Pounding under the flesh of my chest
But still something inside me is dying
Blind to everyone around me
......
In serpentine veins, a slither of glacial ooze,
A venom so cold, it chills the very muse,
It pulses through a chest where once beat fire,
A scorpion's frost, to sear and to inspire.
It nourishes the vulture, wings of night,
A raptor's gaze, a cold and bitter sight,
Its heart a desert, devoid of tender rain,
Yet thirsts for warmth that never comes again.
......
In serpentine veins, a slither of glacial ooze,
A venom so cold, it chills the very muse,
It pulses through a chest where once beat fire,
A scorpion's frost, to sear and to inspire.
It nourishes the vulture, wings of night,
A raptor's gaze, a cold and bitter sight,
Its heart a desert, devoid of tender rain,
Yet thirsts for warmth that never comes again.
......
Bird without wings
Soaring in the skies of dreams
There’s no way to feel free
When fear keeps you from flying
Never tell me you’ll miss me
Because I know you’ll be lying
My heart won’t keep quiet
Pounding under the flesh of my chest
But still something inside me is dying
Blind to everyone around me
......