What color is your mind when the clock strikes twelve?
In the dead of night where people sleep
And creatures hunt.
When the moon is either high or lost.
What color is your mind at the darkest it can be?
Do you see a prismatic pattern
Like the sun hitting the crystal just right?
Do you see a...
I remember...
I remember falling
The wind tearing through my sun-parched wings
Whipping my hair to sting my eyes
Stripping away my impenetrable armor
I rememeber...
I rememeber tripping off this cracked and broken pedestal,
Towering like a neverending skyscraper,
Brushing the very heavens I...