Flying to the Sun with Icarus's wings I come undone in a pendulum swing Feathers scorch and limbs start stalling As the sirens sing they see me fallingIncinerated alive Incinerated aliveThese reveries self-combust Burn to cinders, turn to dust And a portrait caught in flames Will be torched in its framesCovered in blood and orchids Enshrouded by scars If I take my charred wings Could I fly to Mars?
