"Three of hearts," the demon says. He's lounging on Joseph's bed, deck of cards in his hands and shirt riding up over his stomach. He glances up, fangs flashing in a bright grin as if he can feel ... [+]
Whirring wings with rushing engines
Daring squawk towards the dashing object
Why are you angry at something far away?
You won’t reach it
It’s far
Too quick
Rejection, failures, goals out of reach
I wail for successes to come to me
My dreams are far
People are too quick
I can’t reach the prize
What about my own wings?
Daring squawk towards the dashing object
Why are you angry at something far away?
You won’t reach it
It’s far
Too quick
Rejection, failures, goals out of reach
I wail for successes to come to me
My dreams are far
People are too quick
I can’t reach the prize
What about my own wings?