I taste the air

I taste the air 

Adrenaline through my veins 

I don’t want to hear

Any reason, shady complaints 

I am an angel, dear 

Handmade by your chains 

I shed no tear 

Stubbornly, I hold the reins 

Riding- riding 

Into the rain

Our tomorrow is here

Past the strains - beyond the floodplains 

I see it clear 

Like two magnetic airplanes 

We both draw near 

Reviews

[Morgan Yai]

"I am an angel, dear / Handmade by your chains" Those lines threw me off, which I loved. And angel handmade by chains. Reminds me of an abusive relationship, or simply a toxic relationship that is somehow still appealing. Sometimes pain is appealing. Nice job