Vision

Two ton doors stand still with a wavier.
With floors still moving it gives life a new flavor.

My wings tied tight, yet I cascade to heavenly heights.
And as my heart becomes hollow on my first hallowed plight.

Walls collapse, my vision recreating
Days alapse, A new mission in the making

Sentences shiver in my veiled moonlight.
Aliterations wavier for I lost all my might.
Mood dissapates, thy room starts to quiver.
fingernails shake, now I start to miss her...

Walls collapse, my vision recreating
Days alapse, A new mission in the making

Objects are projectiles, A harsh brutality
Vision fading.. Welcome to reality..