Fear Flare Flights

Broken as those little strings

that hold you up

Broken wings of those angels

carnage from the tainted wine cup

Broken as the stars you found

floating high above

Broken as the birds who shriek

dying from your love.

Broken as the fires blaze

dead from water cast

Broken as the skies song

thought you always were the last

with the fires

with the sky

with in the stars

with the fear flares in the space around

You win that fight,

You make it right

With that burning glare

With those broken features

With that fire

With that fire in your eyes.

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