The purple flame that shines in your eyes
Show no mercy at all,
When you look down on me,
Pointing your glass like nails to my guilt heart,
Ready to rip tissue and soul apart.
I want to scream but I also know it's in vain.
I knew all long that this day would come
And suddenly it came.
Now craziness takes control over me:
I hear voices that do not come from the
past but echoes through the air from the
mountain ahead.
The very mountain I will never reach the
peak again.
My once almighty wings are featherless.
Feathers dancing wild in the wind.
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