this is for you
for you, refusing to be a slave
never bending
beaten, chained
jailed and
it’s not like you are going to break
free
this is for you, fire thief
you are a warning
you being dead, or alive
good, or bad
it doesn’t matter
as long as you keep fighting
as if we were at war
this rain
shattering onto the battlefield
stripping it of every hope
washing away your blood
as Icarus
it fascinates you
you want to know where everything comes from and then
wings made of wax melting
it’s you, shattering to the ground now
life gives, and deaths takes it away
let her practice more
this is for you
victim of your own self
you and your boots, your shoes, your reason to live
dirty, ragged, torn
you chase people, without ever being able
to catch them
boredom to run after you
deep, dark, macabre
it’s the tedium, understood only by
who knows that the crown is just
someone’s self sacrifice
like ashes, that slowly spiral down
breaking into coffee stains
into tears, rolling down your cheeks
to your soft lips
they welcome the salt
you twitch them, grimacing
in the end, your wings will not melt
not that one time
and then, you’ll close your eyes
you’ll hold your breath,
start running towards that edge
and you’ll jump