Selfishly scheming away from the source,
defined by the moments of pain.
Away from the shadows, commenced by a force,
no longer afraid to sustain.
Behold the black feathers that fall from the sky,
down to an ocean of wrath.
Society lurking, my mouth becomes dry,
burned me from tinder to ash.
Such sorrow, such misery surrounding me now
so why do I beckon with joy?
Connecting with love when our minds will allow,
separateness now only a choice.