He was crying again
Again for the fourth time
Time to stop
Stop or I'll shoot
Shoot myself
Myself and you
You 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 lover
Lover is but a word
Words are but our friends
Friends don't leave you like this
This is the day you're alone
Alone like the baby bird
Bird, little bird, fly away
Away from the gut-wrenching loneliness
Loneliness is a man's worst lover
Lover is but a word
Words are but our friends
Friends don't leave you like this
This is the day you're alone
YOU ARE READING
Inkmouth
Poetryin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]
