through the open door
i hear a omnious lore
it consumes my very soul
suddently im in a world of nole
as if painted on the wall
are bodies destined to never fall
under such a ghastly sight
is a boy staring at the light
in a room of eternal dark
the light can only somewhat lurk
he then locks his gaze upon me
and say shall we leave
as if in a flash
he had my hands then it seemed like this world had crashed
now as he hold my hands realism cease
then his longing smile increase
he points to the glistening light
such a wonderous sight
and then he says take me
your beautiful wings are all i can see
you can take a flight
out of this eternal night
into my longed time
and out of this most hated rhyme
the wings he spoke of didnt exist
in my realm of reality where they cant exist
and again he grabbed my hand and put it towrads the sky
the look on his face told me it couldnt be a lie
i then started for the sky
and it was so close so nigh
i felt the soothing wind
as trying to uplift me and send
but not having left the ground
i heard his disapointed sound
with a hopless look on his face
he let me go and fell into lace
screaming suffering crying
blaming it all on me and saying i was the only one lieing
wings then sprouted from his back
but the pure white glory was what they lack
but they were black and torn
shreaded and bloodied like from a world of scorn
his wings did a single flap
and crushed the walled bodies completly on this lap
but as i watch this unbelievable thing
blood squirted from one wing
and the other tore and broke
then again he aproached all blood soaked
with a demanding look on his face
he tells me i must help him soar from this case...
will finish later
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