breakthevow
An ochre haze, a sulfur smell, all I want to do is fly my kite in the fires of hell.
We once drifted high above the so called heavens. Lightly through the air like a kite. What was once, is not now. A swift dive drove us down as quickly as we went up. As we have dug ourselves into the cold ground.
Tying a knot as tight as I can. Pulling a string with all my might. Sitting here on such a lonesome night, watch my dreams drift away like a kite.