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If only I could spead my wings
And fly to a new tomorrow...
To a place of jovial thoughts
And feelings I don't need to borrow.
If only I could spead my wings
And soar to new heights...
To world, in which, only bliss it brings,
With no more pain, no more blight...
If only I could spread my wings
And glide on gentle currents...
Into inmagination only perpetuating,
Devoid of all deterents.
These hidden appendages of mine,
So bold, so grand...
Too late for me too find,
Harder to grasp than a single grain of sand.
Encased in broken emotion; swallowed,
Always looking for the way...
Set adrift amidst the ocean; hollowed,
Praying to see better days.
In life a broken vesseled being,
Only battered; always slain...
I looked for the definition of "No fleeing",
And on scarred wings tattered, the sky only rained...
I throw my head back,
To scream out the pain...
In the end, my voice is lack
As the pale moon waxes and wanes.
 Seraph_in_Evanescence · Wed Dec 29, 2004 @ 04:34pm · 1 Comments |
