Misfit Fancy

So up high,
Laid on the careless wings.
Endless flight,
Reaching insanely bliss.

Silent cry,
Echoes of last felt pain.
All behind,
Left in the day of vain.

Misfit fancy,
Open your eyes my friend.
All you’ve left now’s
Rust over leaden land.

Broken mind,
Bury your self then go /fall/.
Hole inside,
Seems like you’ve lost your soul.

Misfit fancy,
Open your eyes my friend.
All you’ve left now’s
Rust over leaden land.

Yes you failed!
What you trying to do?
Ask you self:
Who the fuck are you?