I Swear I Am Not a Monster

Under sunlight My wings react as fire to paper Burning, in blackened crisps Falling to pieces and being taken with the wind So I chase after my own ashes Like the pathetic crawling creature I see in the mirror Therefor, I only fly at night Sitting on clouds Carving faces into the moon I see myself as a faceless form Just tearing through the fog that surrounds my mind Gashing through with long talon-ed fingers ...I swear I am not a monster i simply sift through all these storms as a feeble attempt to try and find a way home ..home.. Where we drink rain like wine Where no one wears a false face Save for the masquerades Where greed does not exist Where people never fight The moon is always full And the stars always shine