I wish I were the hunter
In search of better things.
Instead I am the prey,
Bleeding with broken wings.
I wish my heart were brave,
With confidence it would sing.
Instead I am a coward,
Scared to feel its sting.
I wish I were normal,
Without a gun to my head.
Instead I'm insane,
Wishing to be dead.
Beauty looks then to me.
Is it a mere reflection?
Is it truly a mirage?
Or is it a recollection?
My wings are healed.
Again the hunter be.
My heart's sealed
As I'm brought to my knees.












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