1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)

Mocking Bird

It's ok, it's ok,

sung the mockingbird, monotonously, tirelessly,

dying down once in a while,

The thoughts that mock their creator

will surely die down,

The thoughts that surely mock

their creator,

will surely die down

I feel hated, but I don't care,

I feel lost, but I will sing,

I feel I need to replace a few

for someone new, but that's ok

Sleep dear, sleep dear,

Sung the mockingbird, hopefully, endearingly,

caressing me,

dying down after a while

These hands are strong,

but their will is far too feeble and weak,

we will solve this, we will fix this,

soon.

Arise, Arise,

Sung the mockingbird, hazily, bloodily, immortally,

screaming and piercing the way of light of the

world,

I slay that mockingbird,

waste it away to give ourselves peace,

I raise that mockingbird,

So I don't have to mouth an answer,

I raise that damned sweet bird,

but mostly only when I need time alone,

The pounding and dreading

of death,

a wanting emptiness of hope,

Solitary black hole in my being,

I raise it to be burned,

I put it to rest to be nurtured,

Sweet bird, can't you see?

Your mostly valuable now,

but soon you will fade.

There will be no fear, no loathing, no preservation opf

the idea that anxiety will hold me down,

That sweet innocent bird.