March 28, 2019 1 min read

My wings are made
with razor blades
Burned by iron
Bound in time

Cut by my heart
Hurt never broken
Bruised never torn apart
I rise despite bullets

If you knew where I’d been
If you saw what I’ve seen
If you’d felt what I’ve felt
You’d understand the fire

I hold in the silence
Cast into a thousand tears
I shed for all those who
Can’t see the truth

Thats been buried
To control and keep us
Chained to the stories
That keep us slaves

Until the day we make
Our wings out of razorblades
and learn to fly
Out of our constructed cage



wearing the Sirius Jacket

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