As I speak, I glide the stairs
To floors below, no silence as
I gasp for air, amidst the mist and
rain and snow, I’m crying while
Within this spire of caged remorse
You’re grinning like a doll as
You held between your palms you called
A gift for me to feed my soul.
A gleam of trust from sparkles I
Have witnessed from your heart’s desire
Have blinded me to carry
Such a misery, a burden child
So till this moment I attempt
To fly away to no pretending
Lands below your golden seat
To free myself alas.
