I'm like a bird who tries to soar, but can't be able to fly anymore.
Fighter of this clan who needs to make a stand.
I struggle to break free, with a world of possibilities to admire from up close.
No longer hiding in my black cloak, but decided to heal my wings.
They are broken when I fell off my swing, and knowing my life is out of control.
Losing the solo that matters to me, and need to accept I'm no longer a part of thee.
The light that once surrounded me now replaced with the ominous cloud.
No one to see for miles around, while I am hell bound.
Is beauty in the eye of the beholder?
A soul that is damaged beyond repair, and eyes dark as the iridescent black night.
Everyone does not know the whole world is on my shoulders,
I am broken, and can no longer put up a fight.
The demons are playing tricks on my mind.
Let me drift to a wondrous reality.
People wouldn't have to see my multiple personalities.
Death is an ancient relic with a few tricks up his sleeve.
He could kill, and slither you real easily.
The end is near., so watch out my dear.