Deaths wings
Looking down from afar, from a dark damp room at the cold wet ground. A million little beads of rain fall so rapidly it looks like it will never stop, it just wont stop. The sky is pitch black, and the wind rushes up your bony back, a shiver slithers up your spine, a feeling like death creeps up upon your soul, almost as if it will stop your innocent heart. But you put all of it aside because you have walked into your own tiny little world were the pain and weakness is swept away.
You are looking down at the soft squishy ground thats coverd in mud,pondering the thought of arrow dynamics with the taste of flight on your tongue. What if you could fly? You look at the now thundering storm, slowly taking a step outword with every breath. On the window seal you stand, arms open, spread like angel wings. There are two choices you have, just let go, let everything become free? or do you back down? run away again? But before you know it, your legs slip out from under you as you slide off the roof and let it go. A feeling of excitment and self peace over come your mind, and your free.
You are flying, flying up towards the moon and chrystal clear stars, as the wind wraps around you rushing threw your soft feathers, a feeling of sanity covers your mind. But with a few moments of peace, reality sets in. Your not flying your falling. And with every second your wings dasinagrate turning to dust as you begin to fall. Now deaths wings have taken over this ride. The happiness and dreams fade with the pitch black night sky. Deaths wings begin to squeeze you tight, smotherng and suffocating you. The fun is gone and all the pain and aches are back.
How many times will you take this trip before you realize it will never end well. Life is no satisfaction, only what you make it, so make it good.
