on the edge of my sky i flew
bidding God adieu
flying fallen
for all to see
like a somber
slain Icarus
of humanity
The Fall of Icarus by Henri Matisse |
binding my dreams
with the schemes
of a liar's parallax
and rising up on wings
with a melting heart of
wax
our lives are not our own
so you'll understand
if i die by my hand
the papers will have lied
if they say suicide
for like Jesus Christ
i am crucified
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* “Whom the gods
would destroy, they first make mad” — Prometheus in the poem “The Masque of
Pandora” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1875.
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