this is for you
for you, refusing to be a slave never bending beaten, chained jailed and it’s not like you are going to break free
this is for you, fire thief you are a warning
you being dead, or alive good, or bad it doesn’t matter as long as you keep fighting
as if we were at war
this rain shattering onto the battlefield stripping it of every hope washing away your blood
as Icarus it fascinates you you want to know where everything comes from and then wings made of wax melting
it’s you, shattering to the ground now
life gives, and deaths takes it away let her practice more
this is for you victim of your own self
you and your boots, your shoes, your reason to live
dirty, ragged, torn you chase people, without ever being able to catch them boredom to run after you deep, dark, macabre
it’s the tedium, understood only by who knows that the crown is just someone’s self sacrifice
like ashes, that slowly spiral down breaking into coffee stains into tears, rolling down your cheeks to your soft lips they welcome the salt you twitch them, grimacing
in the end, your wings will not melt not that one time and then, you’ll close your eyes you’ll hold your breath, start running towards that edge
and you’ll jump