Flying

There's a scream in the dark but you don't hear it
you're surrounded alone and spinning out of your orbit

Your hands clutch your lifeline like the last straw
standin' middle of a field in your eyes the devil's claw

Blindly you fly when flame runs through your veins
it pours into the ground below like the soul it sustains

It drowns you out like a tide to the shore
and leaves you again gasping for more

Serrated edges will in time knit together
and your wing has lost one more primary feather

You know these scars showing you can not mend
You know it will kill you before the end