I'm on top of the world

Skin my back,
And create a pair of wings,

The thread might be wet,

But do continue sewing feathers to my skin.

I'll climb up the window,

And walk to the roof

While you hold my wings,

As precious as veils on wedding day. 

Balancing my steps,
As it will be my last,
Similar to a bird,
I'll fly and be free.

They don't understand,
And they can't stand,
never, not in my stan,

Don't fret, I'll leave trails,
In red
From my flesh to remind,
Pieces of me
Quite literally.

They still don't understand.
And they never will.

You can stop reading now

Because this is trash.