This Is The Director's Cut

I am the eagle's eyes
Staring at a horrendous sight
Waiting for something better to come along
I’ve been laying here for days
Watching you, the vulture
Circle around me
With eyes like knives stabbing at its pray
You’ve kept me here
On this string of false hope
Reaching for the painted pastures
That you paid people to color everyday
And it hurts my dear
Knowing that this sun,
The antagonist
Will rip the green
From those grass blades
But my body is too fragile to move
My mind is to fragile to think forward
However, my weak heart
Is not too weak to still cry out for you
Day after day
Night after night
I am Alice
Without the blueprints of Wonderland

any critiques? or thoughts
all would be appreciated.
Last edited by johnnygabe89 at Feb 4, 2009,