Tattered Wings

"Tattered Wings" Early morning, the horizon's on fire/burning last night's barstool desires/moments in time going up in smoke/so much so when I breathe it, I choke/fire in the sky I need it, I know/without it I'm cold/without it I'm froze/can't run from the devil, if I'm stuck in the ice/fingers of the devil creepin up through my spine/paralyzing fright/terrorizing mind/prepared to breathe fire to keep me alive/fire breathing dragon when day turns to night/fill my flask with angels and demons alike/everyday is a fight/battered and bruised/feeling tattered and used/but when compassion I choose/feel like I could flatter a muse/and when the siren she sings/"come with me, I'll calm the burn when it stings"/I say "I appreciate what you sing,/but I beat the devil, with broken and tattered wings."