• Why was I given this gift
    this curse?
    With white wings I fly.
    But with this curse I die
    So beautiful but deadly
    I am reminded by this daily
    With each passing moment
    This monster inside shall remain dormant
    How long it will stay that way;
    I cannot say
    But I feel it coming
    Each time I wake from night to morning
    So for now I can only wait and see
    For what my future will be