Wings of Desire

Some wings burn,
Some wings never turn.
What will happen,
What will occur?
Is there nothing else?
Is there nothing more to learn—
Only burn,
Only burn,
Like wildfire,
Like wild desire.

You live your life, but you’re never truly for hire.
Killing footsteps, unbelievably blind — a revolving, treacherous quagmire.
Can the real you be found,
When everyone these days
Kill…