im wrapped in a blanket laced with shame.
no grace.
the toll this has taken shows on my face.
im being torn from this place, no sense of home or direction.

Weathered and broken.
I'm keeping a violent flight on fractured and torn wings.
Spiraling downward, like plane. No one hears me screaming mayday.

Crash landing, crash landing.
We've got us a problem.
I'm done, my wings have failed.
Cries not heard.
Adrift at sea.
The sharks are out for blood and its only a matter of time. This is it.

Will the ocean floor be my new home?
You're my life jacket.

I thought of this in about 8 minutes, so of course its not that great. but I don't care thought I'd post it haha.
Last edited by Coheed777 at Jun 18, 2008,