Feeling the weight of the burden of caring breaking my strength but I keep on thriving.
Wearing their designed wings with guaranteed flawless errors to fly for the sky.
Welding promises with candle wask and elastic straps to secure flight..
Alas am transfixed on the moon oblivious to melting security rocketing me to an icurus fate.
"I am sorry is a reward they gave"

Gravitating to a swift demise from numerous heights bereft of a parachute to minimize broken bones to dying dreams

Another sad farewell sympathetically delivered as they shovel dirt to dead ambition.
While milking the attention of the spotlight with their rehearsed condolences of a hero's courageous death.
Stretching speechs to assist with the opening of wallets to fill charity buskets to their poor pockets.
Crying the loudest to provoke empathetic hugs and tissues to dry wet lies from eroding their greedy faces covered with makeup.

"Am sorry"
A chorus sung with so much repetition and empty meaning.
Sounding the gong to announce words of a promising heaven,
Yet collecting from the offering buskets belching overflowment.

Building ladders out of human...