Broken Wings [MODERN ENGLISH VERSION]

Broken Wings

i hath lived f'r you—

craving thy sinketh,

liketh a moth to flame,

refusing to breatheth

without thy embrace.

and so i hath fallen

from the heavens above,

into a pit of despair,

mine own wings twisting,

breaking—

without thy embrace.

"hold me,"

i did beg the skies,

but all i did see

w're clouds—

clogging the lighteth,

eyes of mine own savi'r

nay longeth'r gentle and warmeth,

but revengeful

and bitter cold.

i hath fallen f'r thee,

so hard, so deep—

mine own wings did rot hence

the moment

i did slip

from thy embrace.

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Broken Wings

I lived for you—

Craving your sink,

Like a moth to flame,

Refusing to breathe

Without your embrace.

And so I fell

From the heavens above,

Into a pit of despair,

My wings twisting,

Breaking—

Without your embrace.

"Hold me,"

I begged the skies,

But all I saw

Were clouds—

Clogging the light,

Eyes of my savior

No longer gentle and warm,

But revengeful

And cold.

I fell for you,

So hard, so deep—

My wings rotted away

The moment

I slipped

From your embrace.

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