A Dying World

When that ball of crystal ice in the sky disappears

and the horizon burns full of hatred

i want to know

if I'll still matter to a world eradicated by my own greed.

Will my ancestors ever welcome me to their legacy

or do my blackened wings override the ties of kin

buried by shame, I'll fly to the end of the world

my feet dangling off the side of this jilted planet

hoping for a sign

that in the end, I was worth more than these curséd wings.

When we forsake our masks

terrified by the brilliance of our own souls

the streets will no longer be deserted

and every creature will see themselves for the first time

We'll come together

in a silent prayer

begging as if the hatred in our hearts

never manifested into the devils we became.

And I'll look out towards our sun

its magnificence

setting for the final time

and I'll know

the thorns that kept my heart in its cage will perish

and my tears will flow freely.