No More

A man once was,
Now is no more.
He still is there,
He's everywhere,
But then again, he's there no more.

People are.
He sees them all.
They walk around,
With sights and sounds.
This man no more, is more a wall.

He is not there.
But there he is.
His mind, his skin,
The world he's in.
He feels this world, may not be his.

Invisible.
He's at land's end.
The earth below,
Will end his woe.
A broken soul, is soon to mend.

To his side,
Another as he.
One not there,
For all, laid bare.
Invisible, for all to see.

This man no more,
He's had his fill.
This fleeting glance.
This mad'ning dance.
This ballroom floor, is his to will.

The one not there,
Is now once more.
This path, his own.
This world, his home.
To house all those that they abhor.

Broken Wings

I see a man with broken wings.
To fly again is uncertain.
The air on high is of what he sings.
The sky was his to acertain.

The tales he tells, the times thus past.
To see the shambles off his state.
The clouds were his; within his grasp.
Set so far in daemon's wake.

The fire doth singed black purest white,
His wings with agony were charred with scorn.
A thing of beauty turned to plight.
Took by flame, fang and horn.

I see a man with broken wings.
I hear the stories of his pain.
To this man's soul, hope shall I bring.
I swear this man shall fly again.