Immortality
The agony of happiness kneels before this purgatory.
I’ve seen angels rise and fall,
and crawl upon walls of glass
for they could never crack them.
And when your wings become a burden
you’ve paid for slavery in the currency of people...
Blood, blood, blood and ashes.
But , oh!, what I see...
Mirrors!
...
Should I hang myself by the rainbow or the line of the horizon?
Should I cut myself on the edge of sanity?
Many things have I seen, of which neither would you like.
Bring me my drug, my drug! The stardust!
I’ll let it spiral right around my finger,
and cry it out in waves of fire upon you.
I’ve never broken wings of butterflies adrift,
yet you, world, choose to crush the caterpillars!