Remember other times, let it be they who light the way to your true self." say the soft birds solace pecks to frozen cheeks whos tender died in chain's press. Remembering only days pass the stretched quiet nights in the chill of this solitude. "Remember your wings, fly back to the sun." say the gentle birds grazes into frost, releasing fray feathers from laced ices. Feeling the air brisk between numbed wings that don't recall ever being raised above their position, or the brilliance of flight.
The chains bare no burden but, stead fears that any resistance prove weak to hollowed inhibitions.
But, with the slight chips in reflected light... show the bright past that once was, and glistening through the cold eyes that once again... remember what purpose there was in the gifts given to them.
 vailendeathmage · Mon Mar 12, 2007 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |
