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To wake and feel that everything is right,
Is something out of reach.
She has seen it, she has seen others feeling it.
But it eludes her.
Creeping around her toying with her feelings.
To go a day without the want to kill someone
Is a miracle in itself.
Today was not that day.
Stupid people were talking in droves,
Driving her up the wall.
She blew up and fizzled down.
Her feathers once again smooth and sleek.
The ringing begins and yep there goes her feathers.
She flies in to save the day only to find she is filling in on a tragedy.
All around her everything seems ok but it is a pretense.
Only meant to lull her into a false sense of happiness.
With two people it is shattered.
Blown all to hell because of what they symbolize.
She only wishes she could escape,
But her better judgement leaves her there.
She is fighting to stay above the waves,
To not let the roar of the waves drown out her search parties cries.
It is too late, she is lost to them.
She washes up on some distant shore.
It is familiar but strange.
It is as in her dreams, it is beautiful, comfortable, and familiar.
But it dies as some dreams must.
Oh to be brought down from the heavens,
Crashing into nothing.
Only to wake up at the dawn of a new hell.

Description
To wake and feel that everything is right,
Is something out of reach.
She has seen it, she has seen others feeling it.
But it eludes her.
Creeping around her toying with her feelings.
To go a day without the want to kill someone
Is a miracle in itself.
Today was not that day.
Stupid people were talking in droves,
Driving her up the wall.
She blew up and fizzled down.
Her feathers once again smooth and sleek.
The ringing begins and yep there goes her feathers.
She flies in to save the day only to find she is filling in on a tragedy.
All around her everything seems ok but it is a pretense.
Only meant to lull her into a false sense of happiness.
With two people it is shattered.
Blown all to hell because of what they symbolize.
She only wishes she could escape,
But her better judgement leaves her there.
She is fighting to stay above the waves,
To not let the roar of the waves drown out her search parties cries.
It is too late, she is lost to them.
She washes up on some distant shore.
It is familiar but strange.
It is as in her dreams, it is beautiful, comfortable, and familiar.
But it dies as some dreams must.
Oh to be brought down from the heavens,
Crashing into nothing.
Only to wake up at the dawn of a new hell.