Gaze fixated upwards
Spiralling to the sky
This, heart, this battlefield
Division: you and I
All these words without thoughts
All these thoughts without words
Dreams of boundless freedom
Gone like the flocks of birds
Breeze begins to lift us
This desire, denial
Ascension tells no lies
Overcoming our trial
Order amongst chaos
Success amongst error
Strip down to what is left
The autumn moon is fairer
One day I know we'll awaken
Attempt to fix what is breaking
Admit amourous travesties
Scrawled out in bitter elegies
What never was shall always be
The blind eye turned shall always see
Confessions forged with faulty ink
Repaired within the broken link
We look towards the sky again
Tearing across the northern wind
Without a doubt or second thought
Grasping at lights we would have caught
We descend and return to earth
Eyes opening: A child at birth
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Submission Name: Disillusion
