"V" For Victory

I woke up today without my wings.
My face was damp; the sheets were red.
Confusion, a tiger, tore me from grace
As life like a noose pulled me from my bed.

And so the heavens laughed at me,
The sun their ever leering eye,
Watched me crawl through mud and trash
With bloody stumps that cannot fly.
After a day of blasphemy,
I find some scissors staring, staring,
Open a V for victory,
And close up to the end of me.

I tried hard to live without wings,
Got fingernails dirty, clumsy feet wet.
Tried to glide over all pessimism
And spread my mind and heart out and soar.
But hearts are not made of feathers and bone
And minds are just full of doubt and regret,
So both are exploited by all heaven's fiends
And rape all my mem'ries and murder my dreams.

And so the heavens laughed at me,
The sun their ever leering eye,
Watched me fall to fire and ice
With bloody stumps that cannot fly.
After times of blasphemy,
I find some scissors staring, staring,
Open a V for victory,
And close up to the end of me.

Beauty is in symmetry
Every artist must agree.
No wonder both my wings are gone.
Each side hurts me all the same,
Each hole grants me that much shame,
And no one questions if its wrong.
Perhaps I deserved this descent
Into eternal base lament
My hands, sticky with blood and sweat...
Bring them to my eyes and make a clichè.

Tried to fly over negativity
And left myself to the hands of brevity...

And so the heavens laugh at me
The sun their ever leering eye
Watch me crawl through mud and trash
With bloody stumps that cannot fly.
After a day of blasphemy,
I find some scissors staring, staring,
Open a V for victory,
In all its perfect symmetry,
And close up to the end of me.