Life is for the birds
I feel like I'm slowly being torn apart
Like a flock of vultures are fighting over my flesh
Honestly I don't even know where to start
I just feel like I need something fresh
I can't live my own life without these birds
Everywhere I go I see their feathers
They make me angry beyond words
They pluck at my body through any weather
I want to be free to live my own life
With out all these crows everywhere
I want to scream at them with a butcher knife
And tell them to stop making the game unfair
The birds follow my every move
They stock my every decision
Like a key fitting into a groove
You have to turn the tumbler with precision
There little beady eyes watch me
So cold and dead inside
I beat my wings trying to get free
I duck and dodge and try to hide
But the birds bring me one thing
Complete darkness
A.D. Small
August 17, 2021
