Flying

Looking over the edge I cry For I am about to die, And yet no one ever cared enough, To ever see the signs To end this painful life, That has been ‘naught but blight, Upon all I’ve loved or cared for, Would be a welcome sight But something is caught within me, A net over my proverbial wings, Something that won’t let me be, A curse no one should ever see Your voice is ringing poison, In my already leprous ears, Why was I ever chosen To have to take all your blows and Why did I ever endure your persecution and Your cold bitter lies? Why could I never find a solution to The hate I feel inside Looking over the edge I cry For I am about to die, And while looking you dead in the eye, I spread my wings and fly.