Icarus

Your wings unable to lift you
Your weight slowly killing you
From above

Salvation takes the escape route
Fleeing from you
Taking on the fire escape plan
Run.

Crushed by gravity
Smashed right down to the earth
Naming yourself Lucifiel
Like all the others

To be different,
You took flight
But yet,
Your ending is still the same

Pathetic and easily crushed
Lies, you would simply believe
Now that you are down on the ground

Angry and sad
Your persistance is amazing
How you still try to stand out from everyone else
You have fallen in with

Gravity,
Corpses and the battered who lay atop solid ground
You drop just like a piece of junk
Into the pit
Joining all the other Icaruses

Your wings barenaked
They are but your arms
Your sole difference from them
Is your persistance

If that makes you happy
So be it
But you cannot be Lucifiel
Afterall,
You are Icarus

They may both be pseudo-beings
Fictional and mythical
But you are still Icarus