Icarus
you’re too close the sun
feathers coming undone
One by one
meltin from
your wax sculpted wings
Such precarious things
Not meant for
the flight of a dreamer
Like you
better off dying
that trying to prove
Your mind wasn’t lying
And neither was the truth
Falling from your lips
When you said you were
Fire proof
nothing could burn up
A Phoenix
Your candle was everlit
from both ends
You liked it intense
Always the dramatic pretender
You sought out the trouble
You rendered
rebelled then surrendered
Gave in to the
eye of the storm
better off dying
that trying to mourn
Your soul was so tired
The words weren’t yours
Falling from your lips
When you said
There was nothing more
But to burn like
A Phoenix
And I saw you move flames
with your mind
I saw the slight of hand
That kept people blind
Always the mischievous one
A trick up your sleeve
Always the mysterious one
Making his leave
Icarus you’re too close the sun
feathers coming undone
One by one
Dropping to the sea
From your tattered wings
Such precarious things
Not meant for
the flight of a dreamer
(“Glory of Icarus” Artwork by ReyeD33 on Deviant Art