With cliped wings

Here I stand above lights that burn my breath away, the kind of moment your heart beats to the back of your chest. Your legs begin to shake, tremble with the wind. The dirt shifting and all you can hear is the echo of rocks tumbling of cliffs. I say let it come for me, we spend are whole life's waiting. Here's my chance to grab a hold of every last bit of will to live. I am moving as fast as the current will take me, as fast as my will to be lets.

I set my wings into play and trip of that cliff. My wings like my will to be clipped with another memory of the vague lips that would tie me from the tongue. I was speech less, breath less and now I am here above the city whispering its never enough. I tumble much like that rock crumbling with each contacting blow. I will hold my breath for the one that says nothing, but how the storm comes rumbling in.

Catching dirt between my lips and holding rocks between my fingertips. I am with the sky with its currents swept me away. Hold my slow pumping heart because as soon as I land it will surely seize to beat. Coming closer to the greenery which glows my name.
Tied from the feet I will hang from this tree color seems to fade when your upside down. Black comes vividly as the blossom trees start to bloom. A bird with broken wings flutters hope with each effort to be right.