Torn asunder, under duress
Gnashing teeth to combat the weight
Always slow to rise, quick to fall
Ascending into the sky, higher and higher
Feel the air go thin, choke out the breath
Crimson waves envelope the mind
Vermilion invades the visions of grandeur
The saccharine view of opulence
Taints the knowledge of the impossible
Paths diverge, the destination always the same
Air beneath the wings lift up higher
The push of wind brings back a bitter truth
Always climbing against the pull
Reality settles any thoughts of success
As descent pulls down the hopeful
As the fall permits decay
I swear I am my own maker
I swear I see my dismay