I cut a limb to feel my heart
To fix myself, at least to think I could
Dragged feet to soaring wings
I thought from the bounds of Earth
But the depths of Hell. 
I cost a love to feel my pulse
To heal a thing, at least I’ve tried 
Confused remorse, just missed the grief
Realised flight not from the coldness of flames,
But the abyss of self. 
I left a life to feel some soul
To feel some thing, some thing to feel,
Blinded pupil of the approaching Sun, 
I sought flight from my throat to the Universe
And still found no way to go.