Dangling precariously on a thread

Soul overburdened hangs heavy

Every fiber filled with dread

He’s not ready

Hoping he’ll take flight

To once more touch the clouds

No longer cloaked in night

And the shadows dark shroud

His hands stretch for the sky

Pain tearing through his back

Without his wings he can’t fly

Forever lost to the black

If fallen he will remain,

Then all humanity be damned just the same.