My Wings Were Clipped Long Ago

My wings were clipped long ago

F**k me,

I have fallen like the devil,

caught myself in the mix of lovers,

made myself fluent in the language of lies,

I don't seem able to speak the truth any more,

I have started to crush myself between two passions,

and the juice that runs clear now, will run blood red soon.

Dreams haunt me with tender lips, graceful hips, lies and love,

and yet I still seem to be able to stand up each morning,

even though the bed lies there like a kept promise,

the only promise I seem to be able to keep now,

this feeling, the weight drags across my skin,

the scars on my legs and arms swelling,

I don't know if my heart is beating,

I don't know what to do,

Save me.