um...not Yu-Gi-Oh. that's sorta weird. this was done as performance art so i was wearing all black with black feathers in my hair. feel free to do this as a presentationso long as it's not for a grade (or for profit. i will allow that is be used for forensics so long as you give me credit and it isn't against the rules).
*stuff* written like that is sung
Fly On - Based on the book Flight by Sherman Alexie
*You need wings to fly
So heat up the knife
We'll cut them off
And let you be
Hope is a feathered thing up in the sky
And you need wings to be free*
The past behind me
The future in front
Blood on my right
Family on my left
And for a second
I can see.
Fuck this shit,
It's not fair
To be dropped thru time
Like the hand of god slipped
And I fell.
Riddle me this,
If time and space don't
Always coincide where does
That leave me?
I have a family now,
There's no Justice in that.
And a past
Years longer than my age.
The future is unknown,
As it should be.
No blood on my hands any more
Just the faintest red
In my (shared) memory
So clear, unlike
The water jimmy died in,
And Junior's blood
And the bayonet's reasoning.
With the journey's end
My wings have been clipped
(Not flying, not free)
Like Small Saint's
And my father's,
Who really did
Have a valid reason
To fly away
Street Preacher indeed.
For that small trip
(Sent me down the rabbit hole)
I was given temporary wings
Which I will wear
Like a jacket
In the forever
Of my heart.
*You need wings to fly
So heat up the knife
We'll cut them off
And let you be
Hope is a feathered thing up in the sky
And you need wings to be free*
end
have fun reading, please review! oh, and read the book, it's lovely! and this will make more sense that way.