SteampunkLycan

Lights are on no ones home They whent out to long ago My times mine to do as i please And so i sit and stare at trees Make silly comments to myself without the crowd They have gone im so alone Make no choices just wait for them No more home no more me Just sitting there staring at the trees Lights flick on its not them Its just the doctor dreading my question When will they come when will they bring me home Havent eaten in days need to wash shave The sittings harder trees withering away

Skin like milk, and honey pure Flowing curves, shape that men adore. Bright red hair of Autum fire Smile makes men cry, enough to quench a fire. Eyes bright green, twin emeralds shine Voice of spring, lylting and fine. Feathers brown bound in bars of gold Hands of silk wish were yours to hold. Lost by all and found by none She is love and beauties only one. Friend of life and natural things Protects her charge from tyrants and kings. Loves the wolf when he is harmed Teaches to dance when the beast is calmed. She speakes to trees and him to stone They bring crafts together whilst lying alone. Years of joy were spent together R

Lights blink on Time to carry on Make rigid moves No way to choose Orders are received One function, no need Emotions what are they Feelings, none, at end of day Instrument of the makers i am Do as they say, to fulfill the way i am

Feathers are broken bones are shattered Skin on my wings torn asunder by them Them as to those whom dont understand Make more mistakes than i could if i planned Dont see whats rite only perceive wrongs Makes them scorn instead of cherish Made to throw down brothers of wing and sword Now to wander lost and ever so alone Upon this earth or in Hell as dark home Now feared as demons we are only sad angels Why must i wander broken lost to all that cared for me With feathers broken by brothers lust With bones shattered by brothers hand And skin torn asunder by brothers scorn