27 May 2012
His name was born from confusion
And on since that mind state thrived
His brain so filled with illusion
No wonder his wings couldn't fly
His path was bent and twisted
He never really had to try
I guess you blinked and missed it
Went past before you closed your eyes
No one would understand him
People always asking why?
So troubled and benevolent,
Living in society, High
So tragic,
Away blows life.
Isolated,
Stab is hung
So savage like a blood soaked knife
My time with this name is done
Opuss № I