u/p0wahman

Nail down

Icarus. Fly

and reach, but phantasm

always drown in rich devouring flames.

Settle.

Heed my

call imbecile. Let your self fade

with each stale breath, for men

are weak. Made to

wither.

"Old man."

With scorched skin

he spoke. "tasting the sun,

tumbling towards fated impact."

"I'll smile."

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Been writing a few months now. Wrote this a while back! What do you think?