Can't Even Fly

Call up our demons, let's make a deal,
Let's purge ourselves of emotions, forget how to feel.
A broken winged bird, can't even fly,
What else could the bird do but give up and die.
Look over there, and un healthy weed,
Scraggly, unsightly, better now that it's freed.
Look deep in mine eyes, secrets revealed,
I'll see it all, all that's carefully concealed.
The artist, the poet, the guy of her dreams,
He's handsome, he's perfect, he's not what he seems.
Eyes closed, hope gone, a fragile life fleeting,
Cold hands will hold her until her heart ceases beating.
So tired of being so damn alone,
Cutting off feeling, becoming a stone.
Soar up to the clouds in graceful flight,
Arms spread like the wings of a small child's kite.
She never looks back at all she has wrought,
Her eyes can't see those things more often than not.
This light seems to burn in radiance brightly,
But look in light's shadows, hiding things quite unsightly.
Words go unheard, tune that noise out,
They'll never hear your cry, no matter how loud you shout.
What is he gaining by all this lying,
Is it a game, is it a trap, is it time he is buying.
How far would you run, how far would you go,
To hide all this pain and let nothing, nothing, show.
Think of the bird, wings still are broken,
Sorry for song lost, flight ruined while all this was spoken.
Who would attempt, who would dare,
To forget all the world's hurt, forget how to care.
Where would one hide from love,
Where would relief be found but from above.
It's amazing how scary it is,
To feel so alone like this.