Feathers, sap covered;
unable to fly.
Once before but not anymore.
Plucked by bitterness sitting heavy like a sting on the tongue.
Blinded many of times,
I cried like the boy before wolves,
lost of words to say.
I can’t play.
Repeating animosity because of the hope of serenity.
Lacking questions even when the story is playing.
The track is being tested, and now I’m lost in mind.
but the nightmare just begun.
I can’t be done,
there’s no where to run…
Nightmarish Limbos takes its course.
Lacking motion when it’s forced.
My eyes can not deceive me.
I’m stuck in my MIND.
There is no SERENITY…