Unclear horizons fade into slippery slopes
Where feathery clouds kiss unknown depths
Once beautiful and fragrant roses
Now baring vulgar thorns,
Stinging nettles tearing at raw flesh
That beating heart, that loud thumping drum
With its awful, woeful rhythm
Don’t slip into its trance
Don’t lose your wings, dear flightless bird
Those wings that flap lifelessly
Drained of all colour, devoid of all strength
A sign of lost glory, more of a burden now
One wish come true, the rest a transparent hope
Of a phoenix rising from ashen emptiness
But it’s not a guarantee, closer to a prayer
Knees scarred with callouses are
A constant reminder of accusing pasts
Spiralling forth into a convicted future
But the chaos is welcome
And the confusion is home
There’s no redemption for the damned
