Please don't ask me what's wrong
You should ask me what's right
You should ask me why I'm mutilated
And I can't take flight
Trying to heal but can't heal
In the dark reaching for sunlight
Feeling microscopic to this world
In the bed invisible like a dust mite

These tortured wings
Lay restless and punctured
Feeln worn out
Like a bomb tested bunker
Searching for a way
To see the worlds 7 wonders
Shot down from the skies
Anger raging its thundered

Ink slipping thru my hands
As my bones lay deranged
But I don't complain
Becuz those words....I don't have the energy to say
Pushing away from this world
"Help" I just can't take it in
I'm going back into the darkness
Where I feel comforted and blanketed