Here is what they don't tell you.

Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and yelled into the winds,arms spread wide,teeth bared to the world.
There is a bitter triumph in crashing,when you should be soaring.
The wax scorched his skin,ran blazing trails down his back,his thighs,his ankles,his feet.
Feathers floating like prayers past his fingers,close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything in shades of gold.
There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire, and watching from the center of the flames.

Oh Icarus
Tell me what it's like to jump,
To feel the wind as it glides beneath your wings of ivory
Feel your feet land on nothingness and take a flight

Oh Icarus
Tell me what it's like to fly
To soar above the world and see the beauty of its damned inhabitants
To know the weight of confinement and feel freedom
Real freedom
Freedom that's warm on your skin
Freedom that burns

Oh Icarus
Tell me what it's like to see the work burning
From the center of flames

Oh Icarus
Tell me what it's like to fall