Icarus

you’re too close the sun

feathers coming undone

One by one

meltin from

your wax sculpted wings

Such precarious things

Not meant for

the flight of a dreamer

Like you

better off dying

that trying to prove

Your mind wasn’t lying

And neither was the truth

Falling from your lips

When you said you were

Fire proof

nothing could burn up

A Phoenix

Your candle was everlit

from both ends

You liked it intense

Always the dramatic pretender

You sought out the trouble

You rendered

rebelled then surrendered

Gave in to the

eye of the storm

better off dying

that trying to mourn

Your soul was so tired

The words weren’t yours

Falling from your lips

When you said

There was nothing more

But to burn like

A Phoenix

And I saw you move flames

with your mind

I saw the slight of hand

That kept people blind

Always the mischievous one

A trick up your sleeve

Always the mysterious one

Making his leave

Icarus you’re too close the sun

feathers coming undone

One by one

Dropping to the sea

From your tattered wings

Such precarious things

Not meant for

the flight of a dreamer

(“Glory of Icarus” Artwork by ReyeD33 on Deviant Art