It’s the expectations that drown him,

Takes his heart away

Removes him from his earthly body,

Dying to fly away.

With a touch to his lips It’s too easy

To make it all dissapear

A momentary lapse in judgment,

An intoxicating fear.

What better way to drown it, the bottle hits his lips. the Further down it’s pushed , the more his world flips.

No expectations shackled to him now, High above the city,

Empty, calloused and broken, a shell of what he’s to be,

High above the city,

his consciousness fades away.