Looking up in the sky, I'm sure I see an angel fly. Staring hard at midnight stars, hearing faintly noise of passing cars Breathing in and out ice cold air, faint screams 'What's he doing up there?'. Feeling hard concrete under my feet I imagine a flight so sweet, single warm tear strolling down my cheek. This world was brutal to me, I'm young and open and weak and meek. Crisp winds cutting through the night, I prepare for my final flight, my last sight. Adrenaline streams through my blood like a clean shot of crystal. I wish now I'd have chosen the pistol. Fireman's lights and cop car sirens piercing my last eve, I take my last breath `step` This is for how much the world can decieve...
Reason for writing:
It's pretty much self-explanatory... maybe I have a great write so it doesn't happen
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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