I been crying laughing dying out of season
and I don't want to be another reason
for a mount on your wall
I don't wanna be stuffed
just for you to play a game
chasing me as your prey
calling me just a game
that I never asked to play
but does the prey ever pray
to be anothers chase
you know I've heard of monsters all before
but never feared till I met you
spun me up like spider webs
played me like a fiddle yes you did
spinning all your little fibs
you'd get cross and you'd get mean
I never did know what it means
and like a child I called for help
but no one saved
many heard but no one came
left alone in dark
only you breathing down my neck
trace my skin but only seek death
check my pulse only to see what's left
I ask myself is life worth the risk?
YOU ARE READING
the bird who couldn't sing
Poetryonly the moon has heard and the walls echoed back what the feathers concealed, torn up beneath the notes out of tune and the beak freightened shut stepping a few inches back fore these wings don't take flight opening one feather lead to another pree...
