There's a twinkle of madness in every eye that sees.


the ash and embers left behind shall stake my claims,
for the smoldering carnage abandoned in the wake of retreat
serves as my last will and a testament
to the disturbances one little person can inflict upon us all.

forward through some new reality, i must traverse great lengths
to escape the confines of an outdated mentality.
wrapped tightly around my wings
are the shiny chains of an aggressively entrenched ego.

ascending higher between the waves of icy wind
until the air is empty and my breath is ragged,
i've felt new freedoms and an inescapable urge to plummet for far too long.
falling, twisting, bruised and ignorant; I become the weight and release.