Broken Wings

Just like a lost puppy i have lost my owner
roaming the streets like a madman
mind full of torcher disguised at love
fallen from grace i pick my battles

made to look like a fool i lost my pants
clouds bleeding from the sky above
i have found my purpose in hate
just like stolen goods i am returned

a bully with a last laugh
i find my peace disturbing
spring is where my winter lost its coldness
the warmth of summer is just a painful illusion

at the bottom of my breath lies all the honesty,
one only the lord and I are well acquietened with
the whispers screaming louder, alarming me out
an Olympus state i shall relived of all the sins of my skin