Why I Fly No More.

A really, really old one that I found in my phone. I hate the poems I write in my phone but meh.

Oh God, It's the
same story again.
Sitting with the feeling
That I'll find love.

I've been searching
for blood more than hope.
But, who can really guess
the inequality of the matter?

I have been waiting
so long That i
know of no age.
How will I ever cope?

Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
Because the first thing that
comes to mind is the last thing I sing.

Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
because the last time I had
integrity I was scowled for it.

Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
Now tell everyone the
story of why I fly no more.

Burn my halo,
and cut my wings,
This will teach me to
never try my best again.

I watch everyone soar through
the steel bars of my cage door.
I watch all of you fly, while I stand
knowing that I'll never want more.

Now I wonder why I had hope, and
why I'm so afraid. Why am I so afraid?
Why do I think of things casted away?
Like what got me here or what still stands today.