Crooked Feathers
The bitter taste of sweetness on my tounge,
Seems to be the venomous debris of what went wrong,
Try to figure out this,
One on one charade my ways have finally found,
And it seems that all that shimmer is gold,
But not this one.
I'll ride this one of.
You don't know what you got until it's gone,
(Ravaged ravaged),
The common excuse exceeds to be enough for everyone.
I tuck my wings back in,
You try to make the weight lighter,
To carry on.
Crooked feathered I dwell on like unaffected,
This war has just begun,
I have nowhere to run,
On along.
Loathing this bitter taste of emptiness,
My solo run,
Seems to be the venomous debris of what went wrong,
I'll never figure this out,
Summoning of fatal flaws,
I'm tearing it down,
And it seems that all that shimmer is gold,
But not this one.
Oh I'm burnt again,
Beyond recognition,
Should I roll over and play dead?
I tuck my wings back in,
You try to make the weight lighter,
To carry on.
Crooked feathered I dwell on like unaffected,
This war has just begun,
I try to even the figures.
Torn and ravaged I move on like undetected,
This war has just begun,
I have nowhere to run,
On along.
In Loving Memory Of
Jan Erik Flissundet.
