He was crying again
Again for the fourth time
Time to stopStop or I'll shoot
Shoot myself
Myself and youYou need to be happy
Happy and free
Free like the birds you killed
Killed out of distress
Distress and madness
Madness is a man's worst loverLover is but a word
Words are but our friends
Friends don't leave you like this
This is the day you're aloneAlone like the baby bird
Bird, little bird, fly away
Away from the gut-wrenching loneliness
Loneliness is a man's worst loverLover is but a word
Words are but our friends
Friends don't leave you like this
This is the day you're alone

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Inkmouth
Poetryin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]