Drowning in the Clouds
Drowning in the Clouds fight stories
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nocturnal 18 ~ he/they ~ transmasc and tired
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I had a point to this when I started writing it but I think it kinda fell off the rails so it'll be interesting to see if anyone can decipher what I'm trying to say.

Also, hi! It's been a minute. Life is hectic as hell and I've had writers block for a while. But I tried with this one so go easy on me if it sucks

Drowning in the Clouds

Her winds are howling to the dawn of day

Her winds are howling to the dawn of day Snarling atop her steely plinth

Her winds are howling to the dawn of day Snarling atop her steely plinth Raised herself to the sky

Her winds are howling to the dawn of day Snarling atop her steely plinth Raised herself to the sky Beneath the churns of hazy ash

Her winds are howling to the dawn of day Snarling atop her steely plinth Raised herself to the sky Beneath the churns of hazy ash She stokes the patchworks of blinding fires

Inches away, it strikes my ground

Inches away, it strikes my ground Scorching grasses that curl my nose

Inches away, it strikes my ground Scorching grasses that curl my nose She growls to her crowded one

Inches away, it strikes my ground Scorching grasses that curl my nose She growls to her crowded one Holding defiance past wavering innards

Inches away, it strikes my ground Scorching grasses that curl my nose She growls to her crowded one Holding defiance past wavering innards Innocence hasn't the need to run

I tried to keep my head afloat

I tried to keep my head afloat Resist the pull of her screaming reality

I tried to keep my head afloat Resist the pull of her screaming reality But she yanks my legs until I bleed

I tried to keep my head afloat Resist the pull of her screaming reality But she yanks my legs until I bleed She wraps my arms with the weight of chains

No gasping breath or yearning plea

No gasping breath or yearning plea I utter can be heard

No gasping breath or yearning plea I utter can be heard Instead she steals the painful pleasure

No gasping breath or yearning plea I utter can be heard Instead she steals the painful pleasure Of plucking slow my once feathered wings

This bitter assault dragged me through the clouds

This bitter assault dragged me through the clouds Punishment towards my trying escape

This bitter assault dragged me through the clouds Punishment towards my trying escape Her spite for my wings, my vanish from her storm

This bitter assault dragged me through the clouds Punishment towards my trying escape Her spite for my wings, my vanish from her storm It drives her desperate cruelty

This bitter assault dragged me through the clouds Punishment towards my trying escape Her spite for my wings, my vanish from her storm It drives her desperate cruelty Desire for such easy addiction in my wake

Petty blows to stroke her ego

Petty blows to stroke her ego Grasping "proof" of her control

Petty blows to stroke her ego Grasping "proof" of her control Smugness grips her solemn jail

Petty blows to stroke her ego Grasping "proof" of her control Smugness grips her solemn jail Carefully feeds her casted craving

Petty blows to stroke her ego Grasping "proof" of her control Smugness grips her solemn jail Carefully feeds her casted craving Judgement falling to the wronged

But I defy her claim of victors

But I defy her claim of victors Her triumph means abandon of my dreams to soar

But I defy her claim of victors Her triumph means abandon of my dreams to soar Grounded by my jailer who cannot pass the clouds

But I defy her claim of victors Her triumph means abandon of my dreams to soar Grounded by my jailer who cannot pass the clouds I desire witness to the clear above the storm

The free resist for Death to deny

The free resist for Death to deny Yearn for the strength, I wish a fate

The free resist for Death to deny Yearn for the strength, I wish a fate I dare to refuse, endeavor defy

Stand to run, soothe the wounds

Stand to run, soothe the wounds Before forthcoming, stolen flight

Stand to run, soothe the wounds Before forthcoming, stolen flight Her spoils of war elude her still

Stand to run, soothe the wounds Before forthcoming, stolen flight Her spoils of war elude her still My vision and wings are not her right

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