Fly like a bird

I like high altitude air and I like how the world looks made out of matchsticks from up above


I'm like a bird
I'll only fly away...

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My Demon revokes any prayer
He's grown contempt for love and hope
He betrays trust, twists truth and fair
Indifference is his way to cope
Engulfing sound of sensations
He quells with voices of despair
And muse of short lived inspirations
Flees at the sight of his cold stare
~Moy Demon - Mihayeel Lermontov~