life has become dull,

days turn into treacherous hours, and the night is everything but.

       i crave for something bigger,

something much bigger than i am, than the world is.

       like honey on chapped lips,

blood on shattered mirrors, and kisses on bruised cheeks,

       like intricate tattoos across a chest carved out of stone,

breathing slowly, up and down.

        everything i am,

yet am not.

       nothing can sate this hunger,

this growing turmoil that is blackening my white feathery wings.

       with tar coating my lungs,

and pain scratching down my back, i can finally give it a try.

        blurry lights from an enormous height,

if i fall, will these broken wings learn to finally fly?

         maybe all i need to do is give it a try,

i mean, what could possibly go wrong?

         yet it's like my thoughts settle to dust,

as soon as her voice, soft like petals, falls into my ears.

         and it's like i collapse into myself,

for she is the destroyer, and i; the destroyed.

         she is the hunter, and i; the bird.

she'd help me fly, and shoot me back down,

          for that is all i ask for.

- give it a try