-Repetition & Revenge-
Just one flight
before
I die!
I fly and disregard sunlight.

It's going fine, it's going well...as well as it can go.
I haven't disconnected senses for a while now.
I'm moving forward looking north and never glancing south,
fairly confident in my remaining in control.

These wings of wax have failed me.
Condition: critical.
Like Icarus I'm screaming.
That's the way to fall.

It's going bad, it's getting worse...upswings ephemeral.
My euphoria's metaphoric, never literal.
Bridges burned to ashes now i'm left out on my own.
Don't take it personal, it's just a loss of self-control.