The fear of failure
Yet shiver with sorrow
In the sight of success.
The bird flew
Past my sight into darkness
Only to
Return with more pain for all.
Pretended
To be loved, but only
Deliberately.
You told me to stay dead,
To stay dead,
'Till you left my side.
You would only
Love me
If I twisted these black wings
Upside down.
You would only
Love me
If I remained your puppet,
Your robot, your toy.
I am your reputation, your pride,
Your hope,
From the time I fell from
Your womb,
'Till the time I'll peer in
Your tomb.
You told me to stay dead,
To stay dead,
'Till you left my side.
I died after birth
And you lived.
Now I rise,
Now you bleed.
You feel me in your womb
Once again,
Tearing out your soul, your pride,
Your hope.
My wings spread
And I fly.
While your tears melt
And you die.
I am sorry,
Dear Mother,
I am not dead.
Please live
Please leave
Please find yourself.
You told me to stay dead,
To stay dead,
'Till you left my side.
2007-07-25
04:14:45
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5 answers
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Anthony C
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