Fly

My soul bleeds on the gently unfolding leaves of morning.
Shaking off the nightmares and sighing with an urgency of escape...
My dirty wings can't fly anymore; and even if they could, where would I go?

If I could, I would fly back into the loving arms of my childhood; where those innocemt dreams would drip from my eyes on Christmas morning.

I would fly away from these dreadful responsibilities and the damp, repressive reality of my many legendary mistakes.
I would fly anywhere away from this dark cavern I have created for myself.
If only I could fly...