Death of Icarus

Bourn of hubris,

 Arrogance incarnate

The sweet absinth of innocence,

Mislead by nature

Climbing the rotten sunset,

Flying higher and higher,

Closer and closer to the black sun

The frail white wings filled with illusions,

Powered by all that's fake,

The naive Icarus

The wings started to melt,

Started to burn

As he reached the rim,

Of the rotting sunset

The certainty of the fall

The realization of fate

The inescapable Death

Slowly looking down,

In a spiral of regret

The bitter notion of self,

A torn puzzle of innocence

You're your own Icarus

Face your own reality

Face your own mortality

You're your own Icarus

Never-ending story

Let's go again

Climbing the rotten sunset,

Flying higher and higher,

Closer and closer to the black sun

The frail white wings filled with illusions, Powered by all that's fake,

The naive Icarus

Dies