why does flying feel
like falling sometimes
wingless abominations, they try to take off,
leap from great heights
but they cant control how they move once they're weightless,
plummeting to a messy end on the sidewalk,
they're just roadkill.
we wingless abominations, us roadkill, out guts splattered on pavement
energy gone to waste, trying to fly,
all because
what we thought was potential was really just delusion.
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Cyanide Daydreams
Poetryyet another dumb edgy poetry book in which i take heavy inspiration from F. T. Willz
