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
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